An Unexpected Eulogist

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Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer
Cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste

“Sympathy for the Devil”, Rolling Stones

“Eli Eli lama sabachthani?” outstretched wasted limbs,

his derelict tongue sounds syllables foreign to the land, and he

closes his eyes as the light dims

“Eli Eli lama sabachthani?”

Passive observation is my vice; I never hated the boy, uncanny

eyes like his mother, his father’s stubborn insistence was his sin.

I felt an uncle’s pride when he became a man and grew savvy

Savvy, but unwilling to compromise, to my chagrin

I met him armed with sweet words and brandy

Instead he chose the path of pain and eulogizing hymns

“Eli Eli lama sabachthani?”

I’m blaming this particular heresy on chronic lack of sleep and a persistent headache. The form is called a roundel, btw…

It has been a belief of mine for a long time that we all believe we are essentially good, but lately I kind of feel like everyone, including myself, is mostly an asshole.

*offered half ownership of a house, reacts by craving narcotics*

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