obsequies

Death came againsad-e1546002905737.png

conversational notification
sociability media
cultural medium du jour

mundanely profound in
heralding a passing

old acquaintance
high school classmate
we were not close,
then

now?comment

feeling compelled to not be
standoffish, participate in
communal grief

‘click’

Our friendship was not
at a depth
then-or-now
lending itself to
condolence commentary

then,

our lives were intertwined
in clumps around
hallway lockers
five-minutes at a time

now

we congregate in the
church halls of Facebook
in passing, needing to get
to the next

‘click’

Our grief
it’s commemoration
has become
personally anonymous
round, yellow,
not-happy facesyou and
adorned with solitary tear

GIFs of
flaming Viking ships,
other visual totems of
various, dubious ilk

friend!

we feast you on the pyre
of our laptop screens
saying farewell

‘click.’

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2018
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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