A Parade of Black

The wheels on the bus go round and round

The wheels on the herse go slow and soft

Telephone ringing with solemn news,

despite the birds chirping 

Click. Great-Grandma is dead

Gutted doesn't begin to describe my hollowed insides

 

A parade of black

No one acknowledges the elephant in the room

Here lies G.G. on her headstone

As her wooden coffin is lowered into her tomb

 

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