Death Wish Revised

yes there were three of
us
we were one company on that day when it was about to rain

it did not.

we were wearing white
someone wished death for the other
but no one was telling

it is the truth
that death-wish that is there but we do not like to admit
it is there

speaking, singing, teasing, taunting
and no matter how we choke it with our handkerchiefit speaks
louder
shouting wildly
teasing us
badly

yes we are watching the burial
of a dead man

we are silent
we have the same wish for one another.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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