Violating The Tradition Of The Village

it is the custom of
this village

we have to visit the
dead
console the bereaved
and bring the flowers
and offer the prayers

my wife complains
there are five who are dead now

but i do not really bother
i ask her: when i go there
shall they wake up and
live again?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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