Black suit. Wooden box. Deep hole <br />Black cars. Driving rain. Tear stained <br />Sullen faced. Veil laced. Cigarette smoke <br />Rain clears windswept headstones. <br /> <br />Snake-like procession from church <br />Stood under wood; quiet; elm or birch <br />Missed moments already noticed <br />Voices silent from a subdued throng. <br /> <br />Glasses raised. Toasts made <br />Stories told some recent some old <br />Old tunes played and old songs sung <br />Memories lamented whilst laughter flung <br /> <br />When the sad day has passed <br />Life moves on without tribute <br />To the new turned cemetary earth <br />Where worms find a feast and live on.<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-born-you-live-and-you/
