Tears just
stood there.
Sadness coughed.
Silence held its breath.
Pain felt bad
about it, but...
Remorse, of course, had had recourse
to a drink or two
and was now in high spirIts.
Regret too had a few
too many.
Death shuffled
a brand new deck
dealt the cards
as they all gambled
for this human
to whom
they all belong.
Dónall Dempsey
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