lots of terrible words
get said for good cause though
the ilk of which no longer exists
and the sense of it all long since
vanished in the haze of death and
lost memories probably for the best
not kept simmering in the pot now
grown cold and tarnished shoved into
the dim depths of the cupboard brought
out and polished only for holidays and funerals
where concocted steamed puddings hide a
delightful bite of lucky pain and broken teeth
©kcasady2017
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