Funeral Poem by William B. Deutscher

Funeral

Cemetery noon,
loud thunder crack.
Gray sky wet.
October leaves
fall in the wind.
Shapely widow stands,
sobbing in black;
feel her pain,
listen to her crying
in the rain.
Austere tombstone,
permanent address,
numbers carved out,
birth and death.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral,numbers,october
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