The Sound of Grief
Your life support machine
The church bells
The tyres of the hearse on mud that still looks like the soles of your shoes
The choir
Grandma's flowers falling onto your casket
The curious indifference of birds on a sunny, beautiful
Morning
Cameras clapping for you
Your brothers talking
Friends breathing out cautiously
Lace falling over the glass just above you
Concrete rolling home
My brother breathing in
My heart beating
Still.
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