anger at the dead 
how could you do this to me? 
seeking solace in seething 
not seeing but speaking 
spending time rolling in it 
the remains of days gone 
unproductive unhealthy unjustified 
his heart gave out, 
her car was creamed by a drunk 
what culpability is there ? 
its like taking blame 
when you lead a guest into your city 
just as the unseen meteor strikes 
but logic doesnt enter into it does it? 
and all I can do is sympathize, 
for a while anyway

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