A Funeral Poem by David DeSantis
A Funeral
Destitute in my thoughts,
I found myself removed that day.
There he was,
lying cold
And just ten.
A bloody shame.
It’s hard to quite grasp
the feeling first
encountered
upon the image of a corpse.
Shock, fear,
and a deep sadness:
the inevitable frailty of life.
A “corpse” I thought.
This little man
Once a name,
Now as ice and plastic,
what have you become?
I remember how he used to make me smile,
And the way he would tease his dog “Abby”.
They say animals recognize the soul,
His was a gentle one…
Just a child,
unaware of the pain the world can bring.
He was too young to know fear,
And her touch had not yet corrupted him.
A bloody shame.
Amongst the crowd were mourners,
Little children and adults.
They had come to see their friend,
But children should never know this pain.
They brought toys, flowers
and the hope of the
lives they would lead.
Tiny hands, and tiny feet,
while
his remained cold.
In and out they paid their respects,
“oh it’s a shame” and
“he was so young”.
And then back to life.
My uncle stood alone.
Your pain will never be removed,
And for that I'm sorry,
A bloody shame.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
This brought a tear to my eye David, a very poignant write, written from the heart, so sorry to you all for your loss 10 Lynda xxx
no words or sympathy can ever console the parents of the dead....the most painful gesture is to see a parent weeping for a child....I can smell a satire...so true that people go on as anything ever happened...their words seems to be hollow...the pain can only be felt by the one who has lost the loved one....your words carry the emotion and convey the realistic scene... Man finds himself helpless here...no science or super natural come to the rescue....
Nothing is more final than death and it leaves us so saddened, especially when the person is very young. We wonder how life can go on. But it does. So well put, David. Keep writing and sharing with us. Best Wishes, Marilyn
The reason Cody didn't know who you meant is because that is what happens when one writes in this style. This is another good piece of writing for this obscure writing form. It is actually, more clear than most. I think the topic is quite difficult and may be too difficult here. The title is fair warning but the content is more than most may expect. This is more cultural and generational than actual. You set a very difficult task here and there is always a penalty for failure of any kind.Overall, its good. Greenwolfe 1962
very good. i loved it. although im a little puzzeled when you said 'she hadnt corrupted him yet' she being who? but over great great poems im going to add this to my favorites.
Beautiful, controlled but pssionate repetitions like a chorus that comes in and reminds us of the raw unfairness that the death of a child makes us see in the world. A very moving piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Crikey, this is so difficult to read and digest (not the poem, the subject) . I'm so sorry to read this. I hope your cousin is at peace now. HG: -) xx