The Burial Poem by Jacob Courtney

They open the door for you and you climb out
of the car. You see all the people who have
come to give their respects to me one last
time with their dress uniforms on all neat
and pressed. One in uniform walks up to you
asking to escort you to the grave site. You
take hold of the arm of the man who was with
me in my last breathes. He tells you that it
will be ok even though in your heart you know
that it wont. The closer you get to my grave
the more shaken you feel. The tears begin to
appear from your eyes as your heart shatters
into pieces. You asked why must this be once
again as you arrive at my final resting place.
The chaplin begins reading some words but you
block them out only focusing on the first
time we met. Our first kisses on your parents
front porch when we was in high school. You
think of my smile and warming touch blocking
out all around you. Suddenly the first shot
rings out from the 21 gun salute. It brings
you back to the service back to my grave.
The second rings out as your tears begin
to flow as the final shot is done. Taps
begin to play as the reality of me gone has
come into light. A part you was hoping a
part of you still is that this is all
a lie that this is only a nightmare.
You pinch yourself again and again yet
you dont wake up in bed. There is no stopping
this there is no wake up this is real
this is hell. A man in his uniform all
nice and pressed with his medals all shined
and polished says to you from a grateful
nation as he hands you the folded flag. All
you can do is weep for me. As everyone walks
away you just stand by my grave wishing that
this would all go away.