still biting

"i've got death" he'd said
staring me

he knew
i know
some journeys
you just ride

his funeral…

no mine
i'll have Ahknaten's wake*
sweat the mourning out

he'd enjoy it
called me a prat…

i should have held courage
worn my black bow tie

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