Gathered —
yet scattered
(like shards of broken glass
shattered on the kitchen floor) —
to celebrate —
yet disconsolate
(each wrapped in a wooly cocoon of self) —
the dry words churning on and on
(noisy, weighty globs of nothing
littering the aisles)
until one shakily stood —
muffler falling —
and began to testify.
Little ribbons of light danced round the room.
And as each stood
to lend their song
so death died
and laughter reigned
and life came
painting rainbow colours
over hearts and faces and hands.

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