Almost Dead
They brought black balloons into hospice
to celebrate your 50th, and final birthday.
Over the Hill, each balloon said.
You couldn’t tell—
They didn’t think it odd—
The cake was black as well,
and a dark sugar mood
colored the conversation
as they talked over your bed.
(just when you think you've seen all the weirdness we can come up with as humans, someone does something more weird. )
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