Italian Vs Irish Funerals
spiritus sanctus
and frankincense
fill the air saturated
with women's tears
and unending sobbing
they think not
of their own
truths be told
that the taken
is hopefully
going heaveningly
bound if words
we're binding
and he
abiding
so let
the Romans
sleep and
wake
the Irish
the screams and
wailings are really
laughter and cheer
for the departing
after who's body
still in the room
toasting to no
tomb but tales
told telling of
this choosen one
the difference
between an
Irish wake and
an Irish wedding:
one less drunken
Irishman
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