Arcade Funeral

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by R. Kane

I was sitting at the funeral
of my younger grandmother
when it came to me:
this vision of
our family tree,
set upon by a hungry monster
from some forgotten video arcade game,
eating its way down the generations,
circles and lines disappearing into its maw
as it devoured great-grandparents,
first one side and then the other,
moving on to the grandparents,
paternal, then maternal,
and I wondered how long it would be
before the monster’s innards would rumble again,
funeral hymns signaling the start of Level Three,
and it would sink its teeth
into my aunts or uncles or parents
(extra points for getting a second or third spouse)
before it gobbled its way into the line
of my cousins and siblings
and me.

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