I blew glitter over their body
as they were lowered into the ground.
It was no longer a festival
or a party to express our freedom.
It was not a funeral but a burial.
The difference being no one else wanted to remember them.
The others gathered round stood by patiently
waiting until duty had been observed.
The tears slightly strained
but the grief of their selfishness was palpable.
They were not to be blamed.
Just like the one lowered was not to be blamed.
To everyone else but me
it was a relief and not a tragedy
Saturn's Premier Poet 