Selfie
The Funeral Selfie
Lace ones shoes and iron ones clothes
and take a Selfie in sullen pose
Spray the air with floral scent
and let the world outside relent
For if this day is what is meant
On which to place this family spent
Then God be all
And God be few
There is nothing I or you can do
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2014
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