Tag: funeral
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Hasty burial
Ground too hard or too proud to glaive He explained gravely, plus or minus some words the Lord forgave. The baleeny veins of his Bernini handback drained his flooded brow A mighty thirst was prompt obeyed, he knocked back his amount. He didn’t whorify his unglorifying ways on our account. The horror of his blotched,…
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Funeral winds
Harsh, sermon-shushing winds blew baleful regattas on His funeral day. With winsome Sherman demonspeed winnowed in off the coast, Like an invading host, to harry us and hoar his untarrying ghost, Before his in-chariot carrion could be carried to the flensing garret; That wind hit harder than a chartered stepdad after a few jars. Marshy…
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When I die
What is seeded accedes to another Interned unseen beneath a cedar Like a seed in cerecloth Take me far from evil and bury me I have in the loam grim merriment Let burrowing worms enter me in the great below Making citadels of useless bone, I am a thing stown Pick a place without stone…
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Standing Vigil
For a consumptive waif Babe still I volunteered to wait Morning ’til Upon sill alighting, ’til dawnlight In her society. All night I was to wait Stillstaying A priest to pay my wage Tuppence day For pay such men slay demons, eh? Nods me away. Figured muchly would enjoy it Humour’d mordant But when I…
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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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