Treasure Island

Bridget Bush

(12/08/1982 / Pittsfield, Il)

Spring Funeral


At my grandfather's funeral
obese lady playing preacher
looking dike and butch
but missing the flannel cut off
and biker tattoos
preaching a sunday mass
celebrating the death of Jesus
not the long life lived by grandpa
a time to live, a time to die
a time to reap, a time to sow
'for everything turns, turns, turns
there is a season turns, turns, turns'
lyrics in my head
a smile creeping from behind my frown
on and on she goes
a time to....a time to
could have stopped ten times ago

Submitted: Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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