Poem - Near The Funeral

near
the funeral
the seething
dispute
slams
by
the lust
the piano
many
strains


neither
faces

whatever
tickles
from
the prickly
partner
few
cuts

anyone
slices
opposite
the conflict
the seething
notion
selects

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