Just a funeral
Just a corpse
Laying in repose
Pale and waxen
A cold supine figure from Madame Toussauds
Eyes sealed shut
Sightless
Fingers grasp a rosary
Motionless
Dressed in finery
Suited for the grave
Chest still
Heart beatless
Blood with nowhere to go
Voice silenced
Curls arranged to perfection
Surround a quiet face
Await the touch of God
Her essence floods the chapel
Stifled bits of her soul
Bear sodden telltales of sorrow
Choke the mourners
The once handsome priest says death prayers
Congregants dream of bedding him
Inebriated by his sonorous voice
Seduced by his witchery
Drunk on poison from the dead
Inflamed with sex
A black woman calls out
Her spiritual cools the fire
The daughters speak in tongues
No one understands their mother's life
Pallbearers hurl the casket into the hearse
Unlock the coffin a daughter screams
She throws her green shoes into her mother's waiting arms
And walks barefoot to the burial grounds
Singing
©kcasady2015
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