Dia de los Muertos

I laughed

Just an impulsive

Little, shiny giggle

Escaping my clasped

Lips; so firmly shut

Against abrasive noise

You were sick

So sick

And I chuckled

I am sorry

It was rude

And probably unkind

But it was so

Very, very funny

To think on what,

Just what, you were

Sick on.