Tag: funeral
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Hollow Now
You, finest mummer, around whom the glum blubbered with laughter Ready applause at your coming and silence reigning after When you died, that part of me for you alone died too Bikes like ready horses ahead a sluggish hearse, mired by grief Chief among us, bright-headed kindest, admired by all. In the pub an altar…
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Funeral of a Friend
Fearless grief fleeing and spending me in company Tears falling fleet as frontliners, sheeting down to blot my collar My wife’s hand on my back lending succour Colour-bereft black column watching a bike wheel conjure white smoke as at a Pope’s election Directing my quill, tears salt my cheek in pink streaks You have arrived…
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Second House
When you speak What you don’t know Falls like fall snow Beneath your snout You seek and sneak and eke out You are a ghost inside my house A false knowing A pallbearer when it’s snowing Lifting the palled coffin with no emotions showing His pale face, his cough-soured mouth White as a winter lotus,…
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Three Graves
Dig a grave both deep and wide Spade-cleave the wintered bog, Inter his swaddled form inside Breathe again as fog. Dig another grave this time Less wide but equal deep; Melt Her quick with garnish of lyme, Rent the spent sun seeps. Dig one last grave, you man By the measures of your eye; A…
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Instructions For A Wake
Venerate my demise Venerate me at my demise Whether I was a miser hard on dimes A master charmer fixed on dames A mixer and hod carrier fixing Dame Street Bury me like I was a king Abounding fires let girdle the spot Vile earth in paces measured Payments eclipse my sightless eyes boatman’s tithe…