Grief In Funk

A steady beat

thump thump thought

Ever listen

only to lose yourself

this cadence constant

rhythm to ride.


Society has a blend

a sorted

compartmentalized need

to play a funk,

sense of liberty with our pace,

a silent reminder.


Then stands grief

alone and symbolic in its

quiet interlude,

a decision to make,

shall we go,

take the ride.


For we are a speculative herd

a cattle draw

similar virtues

lost in the crowd


the same.


Grief has a funk

grief funky grief

funk funk funk

grief, forgets a reason

simply plays the music

plays the muse

© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

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