Solemn

Solemn Solemn word solemn spoke The marble and dripping wax, Of wispy lines of acrid smoke Disturbed by pulsing breath The smell of tweed, of soap Of hair product and death and deference to the pope A consciousness buried in stone On sacred ground in the yard No longer there to listen While the faithful read the plaque. Here lies the woman who was A mother and a wife Today we stand in trembling fear While remembering her godly life. And as you turn away From the clay and weeping faces A dog barks from far away But the mourners still praise Jesus What was the name the priest said He didn't know her really Some said she married bad Was treated quite meanly