procession going down
the highway
and can't get out.
i can see the hearse five
cars in front of me.
someone rolls their window
down and yells for me to turn
my lights on.
i yell back, i don't even know
this person.
and they yell back, no one did.
no one even liked her.
but turn your lights on,
pay some respect.
so i turn my lights on and keep
going, unable to turn off the road.
i go to the funeral
and stand by the gravesite
as people speak one by one.
then someone says to me, it's
your turn.
and so i go on and on.
and say how despite the fact
that we didn't know her
very well, she was a good
person, one of us, trying
to find her way in a world
as best she could. people
begin to cry. someone hands
me a handkerchief to
wipe my eyes, a woman pats
me on the back and says,
good job.
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