Noises That Cry and Shout

Noises That Cry And Shout A lifetime of tears spill out As I watch the incinerator spout Billows of smoke from roof stacks My eyes following puffs of death black But it's the incessant sound of a hum A churning metallic sound, like a drum That's forever embedded in my mind As I sat on the funeral home bench, so confined To the mercy of my surroundings, life And the passing of my dear, dear wife My eyes follow a golf cart to that sounding hum Of workers carrying more bodies to, leaving me numb The voices in my head compete with this noise Of sad thoughts jockeying with the metallic convey The voices of regret racing with the humming sound Racing, for her, my dear, of being homeward bound Onward to that sad day a lifetime of tears spilled out With my hearing filled with noises, noises that cry and shout 3/9/17