Funeral Rose

Funeral rose

The placement of the floral arrangements

The arrangement of seating

The entire superficial etiquette

The copious explanations of the day’s behavior

Will never take away the stench

Of your compulsion

To deny others

To control the outcome

To lie, steal, and profit.

To speak a fistful of hate.

The discomfort after death remains

As birthdays and holidays

Come and go,

You will always be connected

Linked arm and arm

Down a dark trail

Of discovering

The coffin held the rose.

 

 

 

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About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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