of the funeral, all of us siblings
set aside
our grievances
and put our
guns and knives on the table
and nibble
on our salads
and bread.
at last not
an unkind word
is said,
not a snide remark,
not a single complaint
about one another
is heard.
we're all saving it up
for the ride
home
in separate cars going
in different directions.
what wasn't said, is at
last said.
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