After his demise....after prevention from decay n delay in turning to clay
Dressed n raised him up in his favorite spot for peeps to pep
Signing condolences; to do wit conscience n Differences n sympathy
Took him to church
Even if its not wit A Porch...
The Catholic, the Reverend father n the Cathcist slow in a rush holdin' a clutch to let go
Left him in D Underground away from the water flush
In his favorite place, undertakers act drama like Harley Chase
Dust to dust is a must at all cost
Families...relatives strangers dEeply morn the loss
Mac Dowells mixed wit' sweeten, rapped wit a fabric in my left pocket
Consolations not to kick d bucket
The two balls are red in my Socket
Loud cries....cover me in his blanket
Left him alone n drove away in convoy to fiEld to feel n feed those that still breed
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Shaw n wine, chairmen wit Chapman
Local dogs n bones
Music n Rhythm
Rest him in peace n grant him heaven
Dust to dust is a must at all cost.
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Made from dust, we must all return to dust. Death is the call of Nature, it is inevitable. A nice piece of poetry. Keep it up and thanks for sharing.