The Funeral
In lieu of a sunrise,
that day we awoke to a painful knell,
As we leaned over
To steal our last look
Upon your cold face
We each anointed you with a tear.
And as we bore the weight of the casket,
With sympathetic raindrops trickling down,
And pale-brown blades of glass stuck
To our glossy black pointers,
We bore the weight
of your once great heart.
And we laid you to rest
Within the earths bosom.
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