lye

there is an
absurdist beauty
in a funeral
during
a pandemic.

the grieving
forced
to maintain
six feet of
sorrow
betwixt
the maximum ten
allowed
to silently watch
the box
get
lowered.

even
the clouds above
seem

disinclined
to break
the new norms.

the world
now has a
tinge
of a meth smile
as
everything
seems broken
forced
apart.

i have
always
been drawn to
ugly

perhaps
because my mirror
has always
served up a

healthy serving
as i

brush my teeth
dreading
the day
to come.

but

here i sit
watching
this farcical funeral
in
a pandemic
thinking of
mass graves

wondering
how much lye
it takes
to reduce a

generation
to naught
but

absurdist beauty.

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