Neil Graham Marsden
A Consequence Of Grief
So altered from that sombre day when first I stood in stunted grief
surrounded by the crying, ever needy throng.
a huddle of blackened, shuffling living corpses
fighting to out-grieve the next, I had become invisible it seemed.
My duty next to hand the soil box round with dignity intact,
then find the missing words to comfort and sustain.
My lifelong love for you was lost upon the rest
as they emptied their emotions in your wake.