A murmur from the collected seemed to hang the space above our heads and the celling.
It lingered in a way that made itself seem present and perfectly ordinary.
The few who dared to whisper were shot sideways looks.
Silence was the preference.
It was respect for the departing, or the-close-to-it.
John Madigan is a poet and writer originally from Chicago. His writing had been published in journals and magazines across the United States and Canada. He currently lives and works in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
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