Eulogies Not Yet Spent.
Eulogies Not Yet spent.
Eulogies unspent await those
who have not yet grieved,
with just a sudden act of fate,
an errant twist of a steering wheel,
the wrench of a weak heart,
the warped whim of a madman realized,
or any number of other ways
to be withdrawn from life itself.
Then words will be expended,
flowing from the wearied soul,
of a teller who never banked on,
their dear loved one cashing out,
as what they value most is
deposited in a closed account.
Then eulogies will become
legal tender, soft treasured words uttered
over the long rectangular square
required when one is bereft,
of all that they once thought worthy,
now boxed up for closure.
Words we will never get to hear
spoken over our silent flesh,
no chance for a rebuttal or thanks
just tear filled mumbled utterances
of despair made into poetic farewells.
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