Grave Sights

Listening to the sounds of ghoulish frights Six-feet deep but everything is alright A cruel chill comes across you Thank God for top soil….whew From the street and morgue to the ground How they all depart with a devilish frown Cold, stiff, pale and unstuffed When your soul leaves your body you don’t get up Hard, lonely, and looking sick Difficult to say goodbye to and missed Your flesh is so tensed and complicated to kiss Life, love, and longevity Filled with embalming fluid makes you heavy Flowers, tombstones, and much sorrow Got to find some black to shortly borrow A long cloudy drearisome day Dismal, wintry, and gloomy, God don’t take me away Death is so atrementous so nigrescent Black roses are a dead man’s present When that casket drops it is evident You are no longer here you’re irrelevant The extinct, the rested in lovely peace Sad singing and flower bringing for the deceased May God bless our souls all these long nights May God rest their souls who reside at all the Many “Grave Sights!” Written ByA.I.R. Feb.20,2004