in pieces
they tell me i must like someone now that they are dead
or react appropriately
to their appropriation of their name
the name of a corpse
is not dignity or repose
the eternal rest is merely
decomposition
composure and praise
are for those weak and faintly hearing
how bad
is not a reaction but an instinct
rest not
for merely death stalking
his blade reaping
is the sound of silencio
por favor
there is more work to be done
playing back into being
the fresh citrus
the nopal
street tamarinds
and hugs
well
they are good
see
but hardly ask me to reply
for i must rest