Burial

Burial             Pawpaw's funeral So many bodies stand around an open casket  Watching as it slowly falls into the Earth, Black veils cover the mourns of all women Men hold back their silent tears. A priest prays over the burial As rain gently falls, Quiet drops stick to the deep red roses That lay across the deceased. Rifles lift in the thick air As everyone looks to the dead grass, Boom- A cry from a small girl echoes, Boom-  Everyone flinches, Boom- Tears become heavier. The guns lower  To the sides of the soldiers, They quietly walk away With foggy eyes. A slow tear falls down the face of all men As the coffin is closed, Women collapse to the ground With hope of resurrection  From their loved one. Leigh Theriot