A humor plagues me
Sardonic, mal-adaptive
Sick with illusions
Stretched thin and
vacant
The broken spirit
returns
Its dim spark dusted
Chipped and crumbling
stones
Bronze markers greened
by weather
Failing memory
The grave digger laughs
Asleep on designer beds
The decorous dead
Bitter with irony
Lives, terrible and
trifling
Proud and wicked
Bold as the golem
Hungry as a legion,
swine
Feeding at the trough
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