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The Day of the Dead
we whisper
remembering quietly
we don’t want to wake them
from eternal slumber

And what would they say?
Today, on their day
However they died
However they lived
It is the living that mattered more than the dying

Will they accept our accolades?
Our faint hymns of praise?
Or would they prefer
that we just get back to work
and stop undermining the accomplishments
of their once and vibrant lives?