Unfair (1983)

At the funeral,
he felt nothing.
A cold anger gripped him;
he shivered.
Perspiration beaded on his brow.
A hand touched his.
He pulled away
with hatred in his heart.
He despised them all –
his mother, the minister…
All of them.
Especially his father.
Dead at forty.
So ludicrous!
So damned unfair!
Tears formed in his eyes.
He turned away to sob.

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