I could smell the sweet, acrid, pungent, sickly smell of death <br />the smell of flowers, coffee, cake, mourners and tears <br />lavender hung in bunches about my vision <br />shadows seemed to grow and spread an icy gloom across the world <br />I shivered in the cold but had no body to hold <br />I felt in the grip of some mighty gush of wild uncontrolled energy <br />far greater than I have ever felt before <br />it was raining and the trees in the cemetary were bending and rustling <br />the wind howled and whined <br />the mourners like shadows hung in space <br />as a great shadow began to make it's way from the east <br />everything was still and silent <br />the people standing there so still, quiet and fixed in some other world <br />I could hear their hearts beating <br />and their shallow breathing <br />a bell tolled and a dog barked <br />oh! what a strange feeling to be among the dead <br />what a tragedy to have died <br />to have lost my body <br />my memory fades <br />I was amongst the mourners <br />I had no physical power <br />no way to make my presence known <br />their grave faces frightened me <br />their expressions tired and fraught with suffering <br />their faces distorted and twisted <br />blue and red lines of light shimmered around their eyes <br />their breath hissed from them in gray, green, purple steam <br />speckled with silver flashes <br />thunder rumbled <br />the rain fell in solid sheets of water <br />lightening zig zagged through the clouds <br />a mighty battle had begun <br />with guns exploding and voices violently screeching <br />a flaming, smoking, gale force wind poured from the mouth of a gigantic dragon <br />it appeared and circled in the sky <br />the mourners did not notice me <br />did not see me <br />they are lost and concentrated on the same spot on the earth <br />I wander alone with heavy chains that weigh me down <br />they clang and disturb the stillness but no one hears<br /><br />Brian Routh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-11/
