Best Tallowy Poems

They found my neighbor today
sitting in his chair, seeping
into the fabric. The smell-
rancid fat, a tallowy 
rind of meat. 

The cleaners take days.
Boy George warbles
through the walls. 
Buckets sloshed
and carted to the halls.

No one collects his things.
No one cries.
A ten word
obituary:

Mr. Campbell died
and all anyone...

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