This Is Not a Love Song ~ Thursday, June 25, 2026

One of my greatest concerns is money
not unlike you, unless you are dying
everyone is dying slowly but some

of us are dying quickly, the funny
funny thing about dying is death itself

money on the table, are you crying
yes, I know, no one talks, we are all dumb

given that we cannot feel the sorrow
religion centered around grief, the shelf
empty of books on how to deal with death
answers found in others, they take a year
to grieve the loss of a parent, this breath
eternal changes over time, the fear
sits on a stool nearby as to borrow
the proverbial cup of white sugar

covered in blood, a horror film, how strange
only our fears personified become quite real
no one waits beside a pressure cooker
cooking up vegetables in a hurry
everyone notices the dog with mange
no one thinks to care allows us to feel
still, so few become veterinarians

in this world, we rush to taste the curry
spice adds to the variety of choice

maybe to care for others, their dying
only lets us see how we lose our voice
not just in what we say, as if lying
everyone becomes vegetarians
yet, death is not funny, love you, honey