The Burial Detail Poem by John F. McCullagh

Is hate too strong a word for what remains when Love has died?
They were for twenty years estranged before his suicide.
Now he rests in his fine blue suit and his patriotic tie.
There she sits in her fine black dress but her tears have long since dried.
Their marriage had been childless, then joyless at the end,
Still she felt and obligation as he had no next of kin,
She handled all his final arrangements but is friends all though it strange
Though he had requested an internment, she consigned him to the flames.