Elegy
by T.L. Murphy
I should have known. After five beers, the dark secrets started pouring out: the needles, the scams, the sly way he made fear so hilarious. He’d line up his dead soldiers and say, pop, pop, pop.
You told yourself, he wouldn’t be around for long, yet there he is, still grinning out of Facebook, like it’s a joke.
Everyone saw it coming, we just thought car wreck. It should matter, but it doesn’t matter, how a man dies. He dies. And you’re left staring at the place he used to sit, thinking how easy it is to fool everyone.
About the author
T.L. Murphy is the Poet Laureate of Canmore, Alberta. He has published poetry and short fiction in Freefall, Wax, Light Journal of Poetry and Photography, Grain, The Antigonish Review, The Eckerd Review, Blue Sky Poetry, geist.com, Migratory Words volumes 3, 4 & 5, Poetic Imaginations, Occupy, and Poetry Hall. He is a spoken-word performance artist and author of the chapbook “Up Cape Fear” available at Lulu.com. His collection “100 Words, 100 Stories” is forthcoming. See more of T.L. Murphy’s work at https://tlmurphypoetry.wordpress.com
