I’m here to bury you
First meetings and revealings
Concealing what I’m feeling
Attending your funeral
Subdued smiles helpful gestures
Thoughts defiled sacred work ethic
Lowering your corpse
Profanity laced sarcasm
Outbursts of song–
It’s all wrong wrong wrong
Flowers thrown at the gravesite
From the cult that surrounds you
And the assassin who found you–
My mission complete
Who’s the next target?