A Funeral I Saw

A funeral I saw.

Slender, dwelt the mortal’s hand

On gravestones muted now with age

The suit clad soul, still reeling

Steps nettles to her side

So much more than sorrow

Is the loss

Brass name plate, varnished pine

Down in stone and soil

And shaking, placed the single rose

It's dark now, so life goes

Clay thuds on the coffin

And as the darkness shrouds

Loss gets even harder under

Contemplating clouds.

1990 ©️ Gerry Tully