Funeral Poem

Oh, I beg you
Hold your tears
For the sound
Of your weeping
Is painful to my ears
I implore you, good
People, offer no
Condolences, for
Your empty words
Don’t soothe me as
They should
Oh, funeral mourners!
Can I not persuade
You to stop stepping
On my grave? Although
I’m dead, your feet
Are pressing on my staves
My mourners that weep
Know not the discomfort
That they reap
They sob and cry
And stammer, “Why?”
And I just close my eyes
And say…
“Good-bye.”





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