With glazed eyes
Trying to mask a tear
The collective attempt to give presence
To another who was superficially known
Their gasps and laughs almost an act
For all those who never knew him
It merely feeds their own importance
They see it as befitting
They believe it right
They convince themselves it\'s proper.
In life he was exiled
Nobody really had the time
All run down by zero hours contracts
Living hand to mouth
A piteous existence that prods the inbuilt survival mechanism
In most the preservation of the self
Yes you can dress it up
Yet in the twilight hours when the horizon is reminding us of our own demise
In some, ego still runs wild