The Funeral Procession Poem by Francie Lynch
The Funeral Procession
Rating: ★5.0
Did I dream
I saw a funeral
Procession leaving
St. Giles Church?
Sans caisson,
Black horses,
Boots and backward spurs;
No black feathers,
No armbands,
No Oliver's crocodile tears;
No Orleans trumpets
To allay my eternal fears.
I caught them slide
The silver casket,
Bullet-like,
Into a chamber,
To shoot into the ground.
I never heard a sound.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,dreams
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4/30/2024 10:45:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Much enjoyed. This would most certainly be a Funeral you would not forget. Thank you