A Eulogy

Guilty

intolerant,

self-important, 
demanding --

and numb,

a clueless that was irritating,

tiring.

Pride and Vanity

inked into skin, sunken

into the bags under coffee-shop eyes

Entitlement

carved into collarbones

and the soft-sharp line of

his jaw

Arrogance, and the
cuts on his cheekbones
and the swelling on his right eye
and the scrapes on his knees;
the shoeprint on his face
and all the blood
he deserved to
lose

Let's not forget the Pretension;

and how could we

when we're all so guilty

of a judgement only society

could dictate. 

We blurred his lines, 

and built his walls,

while he sat there and took it.

He was our mistake

and no one's sorry. 

This is the part where his family cries and we set fire to the casket.