we gather, we say, to bury the dead,
give them respect and lament for the lost.
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
the overfed man of cloth drones on.
But surely, the dead, are plainly dead.
The purpose of graves is not for them,
but for those left behind to live.
A chance for them to bid farewell
A time for them to grieve.
Love this writing. It's a great poem; but I can't stop laughing about the 'over fed man of cloth'. I've seen that guy too many times! (smile)
Such a well written piece in so few words Charlie. I really appreciated the reality you expressed, having been at so many gravesides of late. Very well thought out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there, thought of that subject. I guess we're just human and luuuve a good ceremony whatever it's for. I wrote summat like that sometime. I like this though...luvin ur overfed man. Abby x