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My Funeral

Fluids flowing, now released…
All organs weighed and measured
Lips sewn shut and rouge applied
Draped in clothing once treasured
Here I lie in silent state, death no more denied

Hands neatly clasped; fingers entwined as though in slumber pleasure
For they must see me lying there; even now I cannot hide
One last morbid curious glance, then into the newly dug fissure
Cloying fragrant flowers bow to shuffling lines of guests arrived

I still feel so much in the present; as if I am still here somehow…
Watching as they kneel and pray and offer their regrets
Heavy casket lid is sealed, black gases ebb and flow
Around the corporal stinking mass; so effortless to forget

Awkward shuffling of burdened lads with coffin now in tow
Keeping up with the quiet crowd; I don’t want to be alone
Watching from behind the porch as into the hearse I go
Black on black; paled faces of drifting marching drones

What a sad and gruesome lot hovering at my graveside
From shaded leafy depths I gaze at priest and parlor hosts
How curious, this silly morbid parade of friends all true and tried
Gazing at them as they take their leave, visible relief from most

To only touch them; ask them to laugh, instead of shuddered sighs
This isn’t who I was at all, but now I am a shadow without a voice
I cannot reach this other world, no matter how I try
So here they are to remember me and I have no other choice

But to stand alone, unrealized…and watch as they all cry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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