The President died suddenly, naturally,
of fairly serious but uninteresting causes.
The country did not have a deep feeling.
They knew He was just another department head.
The funeral had to go on anyway,
for hours and days and miles and television.
The First Lady had to pick out a dress
for the long, long occasion,
“Do you think it’s too....” she said.
"Good taste is the death of art." Truman Capote
Check in at The Cirrhosis Motel with your host, freelance literary loiterer and epicure, Dennis McBride
photo by John Hogl
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