Francie Lynch


The Funeral Procession - Poem by Francie Lynch

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, dreams


Comments about The Funeral Procession by Francie Lynch

  • Lyn Paul (3/24/2015 8:16:00 AM)


    Much enjoyed. This would most certainly be a Funeral you would not forget. Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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