They are celebrating a murder whooping and cheering like New Year’s or the Champions League like fresh death takes the sting out, makes old death softer, somehow sweeter
It's going to take more than a bloody bunch of grapes you say you care though. They will sit there going yellow. Neon fat with sugar. Bursting their skins flirting with fruit flies. Sweet
Embellish his name clean it polish it shine it up just a little bit please reach down pull it from the mud- isn't that the kindest thing a person could do? say something