Funeral (lies)

Life imitates art,

                        inaccurately. 

                 A

central single pallid

           figure,

                   cantilevered

          by the living,

but unequal.

Three oozing batteries

on the bedside table,

relics of a forgotten hobby,

          fans.

Fans of all sizes,

metal wings and buttons,

but no fans in this family.

Opportunistic

and unloving

and dry.

For a life mistakenly lived,

I cry,

and cry,

and cry.