The Undertaker Weeps, Too
long accustomed to his morbid profession,
where the slightest hint of genuine sorrow
is taboo deserving only derision,
he's in total control of his emotion;
but now, a sensation from deep inside him
surges upward like a relentless deluge
at the sight of a shaking, grieving mother,
humming a lullaby to her dead daughter;
something filmy in his eyes, and the room melts
in watery shapes tinted in fluid colors;
he can't believe it, must be perspiration,
ah, but tears blur the undertaker's vision !
Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2007
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