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Funeral Etiquette

I arrive at your graveside,
mutter an excuse for lateness.
Exasperated eyes turn skywards
while I search for tears.
Soil thrown down,
flowers eased onto grass.
Arrangements made for head stone.
Everything in its proper place,
as all things must pass.
My words lie unmarked among clich├ęs
scattered through muted voices
making their way home.

20 Dec 17

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