so many kinds of death
so many kinds of burial
strangers buried alive
in past sufferig impaled
upon betrayal emotions
affairs of the heart infiddelities
vigor of aspired to duplicity
at funerals form the brave face
pretended affection is the vogue
people tongue tied trying desperately
to be polite show good form put
on a good respectful show to avoid
speaking ill of the dead means avoiding memories
plaguing mind time passes introduces spaces into disconnected
lives we had previously
known time thins out the crowd
the death count tolls
changes occur with cruel tears
in shocked souls rich soil is fed
from the fall of leaf to mold
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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