Dirge for the Departed

Vending machine.
Your cold glass slabs,
warm only in our memories
of the saccharine drinks you purveyed
to slake our thirst
and fetishes for
aspartame and carbonated fluid.

You are no more.
It took four men
to carry you out
while a funeral dirge
wailed
in our hearts.

i really want an ice cold can of green tea right now.