12 December 2012

Funeral

coffin

The rain poured down

On the dark and dreary town

Heavy industrial gloom

Settled like a mantle of black ash

The crushing weight of sanity

Cast an oppressive pall

Over the grimy rooftops

I had to prize open his coffin lid

To ascertain the cause of death

They say he jumped

But he was pushed

No-one ever jumps

They are all pushed

We lifted him from his coffin

And left him in the open air

Where the crows could get at his flesh

Where the sun could bleach his bones

And the wind could caress his carcass

Like whispers of ancient words forgotten

And the rain poured down

On the living and the dead

I felt a chill and so very, very old

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4 comments:

  1. Please excuse me if I stop breathing now in deep literary exaltation that raptures the totality of this existence pulling from the dark shadows such exquisite art. Applause!

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  2. Chilling and intense...
    "No-one ever jumps,
    They are all pushed" this is intense.... you are so good with words John...

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  3. Thank you both very much - I'm so glad you enjoyed.

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  4. Well now i know why Natasa loves you so much John...lots of love!

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