The Funeral Poem by David Blaine

Dead silence blares through the air
Silent tears roll down resolute faces
Aches of heart slice the air
A funeral is on its way, behold.

No red necks with long guns salute
No black coats with white ties puffs up
Just a petite woman with
Her two sons, small, present.

There's no speech, no anguish of blatant lies
A priest is present, but sobs silently
For his brother and her husband
Lay stretched in measured casket.

The birds chirp no more, they sense losses
The chipmonks twirp no more, they look emotional
The leaves rustle no more, they feel pains around
The air quietens, solid and afflicted.

The trees seem to tone the loss,
Their loved ones, grey, lie in baskets.
But the green ones flutter on
Unknowing the fate, just like the two baffled boys.

A tear fall forth from the midget's face
Mother Earth seem to enjoy it.
It receives no more
The truth it used to get!

The coffin lowers,
The union breaks in hugs
Slowly the world returns
Unknowing the fate just like the two baffled boys.

(Eanikkara,08-07-2006)