No thanatologist, I — nor one cheered
by Sesquipedalians; although certainly warmed
on the breezy excretions of flawed knowledge.
I’ve worked in death; failed “the face of Death” to see.
Emptiness is only empty to those zealous to disbelieve.
Cheers echo from an assumed abyss.
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De is hosting Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, and she bids us “cheer!” (Actually, she wants us to use “cheer,” but I thought it sounded better the other way. …maybe not.)