She died in dark, unspeakable corners, <br />Then slowly came the mourners, <br />The mourners, yes, the mourners, <br />Slowly came the mourners. <br /> <br />Their faces pale behind black veils, <br />Sliding in like snails, <br />Like snails, yes, like snails, <br />Sliding in like snails. <br /> <br />Leaving shiny trails of sorrow, <br />To find their way back tomorrow, <br />Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, <br />They'll find their way back tomorrow...<br /><br />Joshua Dinkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-27/
