My sermon at my funeral
My sermon at my funeral
I am lying in the funeral home, oh lovely home!
I am saying the homily in front of my dead body
I am the priest, the mourners are my past lives.
Oh, my sins!
Four men carry my coffin out to the cemetery
Last dark and brilliant sermon, mourning crowd
Crying, just crying, everyone mourns my life
My friends and brothers buried me, mourned me
Flowers, tears, nice words. ‘Why? Why he died?’
I was just standing in front of my grave with a cold face
I completed the job. I did the funeral. It’s the end of my life
A cemetery clerk switched off all the projectors
I planned my funeral in my life and I am staying on Earth
… in hologram life
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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