Remembrance and Humor
By Elexer Lyra
Will the witty wasp
sting me today with my
attempts at humor?
To try to make others laugh
in replacement for one's own
is a noble gift
in this month of reflection.
I see my own mortality
in the faces of those
now buried
or burned.
Mind in cycles of denial
and remembrance.
A break is needed
so let laughs
pull
at my cheeks.
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