Sameness of Men

I left this world as that sentence slid down your chin,
splattering amongst the potatoes like the rest of the unmixed gravy upon them.
In all these years I thought I had loosed the ability to disbelieve you.
Unique is not surprising, but the content surely stings the senses.
My ears feel sticky from the hearing,
not to mention the mind from knowing meaning.
Then, like all things that startle and set to undermine,
after the sting of suddenness passed,
it is rendered only a festering remnant.
A quickly forgotten wisp that faintly remains.
So too has every other man before you.