who picks up the pieces
of the broken, bloodied body on the floor
the crew
of the flashing blue
who identifies the corpse
through the window of the cold room door
usually the husband, parent or hanky wielding wife
who has the trauma of the ceremony to arrange,
which music to play?
which prayers to chant?
what a waste, the money paid out!
who does the mourning
regrets for the years not fully shared
who sheds the crocodile tears of guilt
admits they never really cared
that nasty feeling deep within
secrets acknowledged
that they only used him
so who really are the losers
when someone dies?
the children!
and the one who sits
waiting for the phone to ring