she wanders past the man who said "hello."
hello meant nothing that day
when death had come to visit.
she'd visited her father in the morgue.
so normal,
and yet so hideously unreal.
Inadvertently, though, she replied through numbing lips.

why do we hide our dead?
a silent scream erupted.
dead bodies, dead marriages,
dead souls, dead minds -
a great society of death.