Dust

The greatest comedy of all Was at her funeral- MmaUneghe. The old woman lived for a long, long time In isolation And kicked the bucket of abandonment. They called her "witch." She was old, unkempt, haggard and shagged So they called her "witch." At her funeral, Came all sorts of guests Invitees and dignitaries. The real tragedy was in the Pomp and galore in which Mma Uneghe's passing was celebrated. The burial was well celebrated. A quarter of the expense Would have given the poor woman A happy life, If you know what I mean. She then transited From dust to dust As the pulpits often say. She became many, many millions Of tiny particles of dust to float. Floating all over earth And beyond. Laughing at them as she did Mocking them as they mourned. She reached far to the stars And back as stardusts To settle on their birthday cakes. All who abandoned her at old age.