¿WHO WILL SHED A TEAR?

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In the best of all possible worlds

Where love N’ life twirls

Is a space beyond this place

Where haste and waste

And contradictions contradict

And everything left behind tries to fit

Because opposites just sit

I often wonder, that’s it?

They often say ‘perfection’ is not an accident

But was ‘perfection’ HIS intent?

I in my mind

Search the recesses to find…

To vent and invent

That ‘perfection’ and HE are[n’t] in consent

But to prevent any mis-spent discontent

HIS life/death is NOT a little theater event!

Inconceivably inconsiderable

And insurmountably miserable

What can be worse than worse?

Except the tears we don’t shed.

Then NOTHING else matters

Just smatters and tatters

That to some THEY don’t matter

Just a matter of lack

A tactless tact

Shatters me to tatters

And that's a matter of fact

For in the home of the departed

In all the wonder of words

That cut as deep as knives

That flies beyond the beyond

This poem speaking for the dead mouths

And now departed

Taking a home on the range

How deranged

They are in the home of the departed

And our memories are just bartered

And yet I ask,

Who will shed a tear?