My lips twitch up

I can’t help but slip

I twitch them down

And try my hardest to frown

I attempt to feel sad

To shed a tear

I want to be like everyone else

That has gathered here

Their eyes bleed red

While their noses drip snot

As the Preacher drones on

About how we will miss her…not

“ She was such a dear girl…” grin

“..a beauty to behold” frowns

“…sweet as could be” snicker

“if truth can be told.”

My face cracks once

Then cracks some more

And my lips pull apart

As I throw my head back and roar

Everything stops

As my laughter picks up

I clutch at my sides

And try not to throw up

And finally the tears come

Though shed not in grief

The morbid laughter that echoes

Is such a relief

In my mind I hear angry shouts

As I’m dragged from the church

Dear dead one of mine….

Freezing I lurch

A thought has just occurred.

I take a deep breath,

Get up and walk forward,

And havemy first look at death.

What I see holds no humor

It brings me no glee

Death doesn’t look at all like I thought

Death looks justlike me.