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Funeral Etiquette
larrylark

I arrive at your graveside,
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mutter an excuse for lateness.
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Exasperated eyes turn skywards
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while I search for tears.
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Soil thrown down,
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flowers eased onto grass.
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Arrangements made for head stone.
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Everything in its proper place,
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as all things must pass.
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My words lie unmarked among clich├ęs
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scattered through muted voices
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making their way home.
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20 Dec 17


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