Death Has Its Advantages

When it isn’t yours, that is. This poem explores the effects of death worse than pain and sorrow.
The Lesson
“Your father’s gone,” my bald headmaster said.
His shiny dome and brown tobacco jar
splintered at once in tears. It wasn’t grief.
I cried for knowledge which was bitterer
than any grief. For there and then I knew
that grief has uses [...]

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