Poem 2

I’ve decided to call this one “Un-Unique” because I evidently thought that was a thing. /rp

A collage of emotions, guilt framed in waiting.
Dimensional tears,
Embalmed and preserved,
Sealed in colored jars with corresponding labels.

Anniversary tears, by appointment only.
Lonely, liquid life,
Startling sadness,
Expected shocks, Un-unique in devastation.

Computerized conscience, common to all mourners.
Dictated causes,
Predesigned for grief.
What treachery to view, dry-eyed, these sole moments.

Traitor, civilization ordains you shall grieve.
Loud are life’s alarms,
Collective sighing.
The polls are in, the majority rules, cry now.

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