Winter 2009 • Vol. XXXI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2009 |

The Grief Game

Some say that all elegies are mirrors—But I say I'd rather imagine Catullus Ranting in his brim-back 9th-inning cap:That you're never going to feel better About losing the one person you neverWanted to lose. Habeas corpus. But face It. We're all players of the Grief Game,so ante up! Two dead friends are trumped by one late spouse (and suicides are wild—like Dead Man's Hand: take all). Grandma & Grandpa are low-ball vs. one baby atbirth or old enough to Text … You begin to tell your tale of loss and they start inon theirs: the friend with brain cancer whom you never liked—how can onecupped match rival your Eternal Flame? I knew a widower who cheered atThe news of a plane shrieking out Of the sky one day after he buried her—Or the widow who told me she'd Happily see her dear & sympathetic friendsSlaughtered, if that brought Hubby back. Tell me, Catullus, on what flat stoneDo we barter for their remains & Sell out the stakes? We

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