Hymns
Most houses have a yard
-in the back or front
Bundled up
-mostly men
-some women
-hold brooms
-and sweep
-fill the bags
-with contents
The masses of the dead
-fallen leaves of autumn
-they vary in colours
I hear treble and the bass
-of the fallen fall's leaves
-singing both solo and
-the groups' choirs…
Soon will be picked up and
-removed and squeezed
-in trucks, compressed
-and set up for an end
-to become the compost
I hear inside me
-the voice of my conscious
- "This is you after death! "
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