One thing about death
Is certain: it is a time
To share
At someone else’s funeral
The unwavering stare of grief
At another’s annual absence
And the tired curse
Of sudden fickle distances
Travelled by the heart’s
”Dearly beloved”
Who have assembled there
In the witnessing drizzle
To be one with
The living and the dead
And an earth-splattered
Wedded silence.
Poignant and evocative .
Thank you very much,Louis.
Vijay of all that I have read here today, this is poetry…but death should be welcomed like any birthday
True ! Or wedding.Thank you very much,John.