"Another one bites the dust."

The Funeral

Black suits and black ties
Solitary cries
Military marches down Meadow Brook Lane
Rain falls, depressing the street with her tears
Tears nobody hears, because everybody's dead.

Tombstones engraved with names and dates I used to know
The wind whispers, filled with souls of the dead too longs
People weep in big heaps, but not me, I never do
The ground is still and quiet, ready to accept a newborn death.

I'm like the ground, quiet and still, looking over the casket
I rest my boutonniere on the cold coffin, a practice I am far too familiar with
I draw the sign of the cross over my chest and look out at the sky
I wonder if death will ever give it a rest, or if I am the next to die.

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Written on 2016-10-25 at 19:46

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Kathy Lockhart
This is one of the best poems I have read on here. There are some outstanding lines creating such moods and images. I am bookmarking this poem. This is not something I often do. It is also going into my favorites. IMO this is Excellent! I am very moved by it. Bravo!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
it feels like the burial of a soldier in a military cemetary. Arlington with all the white crosses as far as the eye can see and the young crying widows comes to move. A moving piece.

Tears nobody hears, because everybody's dead

That line made me laugh