you weren’t mine to bury
but I was there to watch
when the man bent to place you
in your hole, in a box

the day was awkward handshakes
the afternoon an overture
religious men postured
but in me, nothing stirred

a long long time ago
I might have thought you’d be with God
but today I stood silent
while all the prayers were heard

grief reminds mortality
and we tell ourselves these lies
to forget and comfort
those left behind

a funeral is a warning
and more than we are sad
we are scared because we know
it’s a day we’ll each have

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