GRAVESIDE PRIEST

shadow424

from a distance

his voice sounds dense,

muffled, like words

from underwater

 

mourners stand under

mist clouds

 

dull gray shadows

form behind

bronze angels

and plastic flowers

 

the mourners

clasp hands

as if glued together,

stoic, motionless,

heads bowed

 

a light rain begins

touching everything,

 

a solemn baptism

for a departing soul

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2021 07:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    I read this write as a dedication to a beloved, who met with that final rest of fate
    and in that sense, these words can represent
    wonderful words of comfort..
    thanks for sharing



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