And they played dubstep at her funeral.
Watching from a distance while they
cried to the tune of disgusting Omens.
Too dark they said. Too much to bare.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
But she laughed from her pedestal
as the dub took them in.
Slowly sullen heads turned to
slightly bobbing, until there were only
dry eyes in the house.
Memory got lost and left.
They simply kept dancing because
all the songs became one.
Four hours later someone
remembered to be sad
and shed a tear between sets.
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