Visitation
We'll go to see the corpse in state.
When no living listeners are around,
we can say all we couldn't say
when the ears could hear us
and the mouth speak response.
We'll pay our last respects,
dab our eyes at the funeral tomorrow,
and watch the casket
disappear into the ground
with its cargo of thrown fresh flowers.
When no living listeners are around,
we can say all we couldn't say
when the ears could hear us
and the mouth speak response.
We'll pay our last respects,
dab our eyes at the funeral tomorrow,
and watch the casket
disappear into the ground
with its cargo of thrown fresh flowers.
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Author's Note
Every week a company email of condolences, most with location and hours of the visitation.
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Captures it perfectly.*
You and Jeffrey are sure as hell morbid today! *
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Verdad.
Well, this wasn't so hopeful, I guess.
Cargo, yes. *
Thanks to everyone for your responses.