I've never been to a wake and getting ready this aftenoon I realized why they call it that, as we prepare to wake the dead, and ourselves, and everyone else, with the memories of our dear poet friend and the rhythms of his verse,
the Song of the New Life silently vibrating in the air as we laughingly sprinkle rose petals into the fire here at our encampment upon the delicate flower of this world.
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David's Wake by Max Reif