there are so many kinds of death so many kinds of burial
strangers buried alive in past suffering impaled upon betrayal
emotions affairs of the heart infiddelities vigor of aspired
to duplicity at funerals show form the brave face or pretended
sympathy is the vogue people tongue tied or trying desperately
to be polite show good form put on a good show be respectful
to avoid speaking ill of the dead means avoiding plague 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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