After The Funeral
Ham salad sandwiches taste
like tears. In the church basement,
soft chatter sputters, passes
away. After tea and cake,
awkward hugs, strained condolence
fail to comfort, though giver,
receiver, accept the lie.
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Oh, this is so very real. The first sentence is especially good – it grounds the entire poem. I’ve enjoyed reading your work this month – take care!
Very nice and something almost everyone can relate to.
Such universal funeral images… “ham sandwiches taste/like tears” – yes. Because of grief, but also they are actually salty… and “soft chatter sputters, passes/away.” Love that line break. Really well done.
How well this conveys the experience. That first sentence took my breath away.