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
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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