XVI. The Death

Necropolis stones like dominoes far could see. Names. Names. Lives lived. Ended ends. Three categories dead: forgotten, long forgotten,  so forgotten never been.

The Forgotten shared details. Groggy mornings, work days, night snacks; television,  radio, whatever device contemporaneous: entertainment; street step shit or gum; taste sex smell sex, consequence.

Sex Necropolis consequence. Sex. Sex.

Coffin lowered down, down. Head stone: "Here Joe Lies In Truth."

Someone burying other one day see Joe's stone imagine author "The Missing Pomegranate;" Radical; Columnist; Gambler.  Unofficial, unacknowledged mentor Missing Young, themselves old or dead when suppositional gaze upon Joe's faded stone.

Jason left Sister's hand, approached, extended Dr. Johnson.  Not usual face. Question mark between wide eyes. Better eulogy. Jason's, not mine. Kid like me, me him.

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