it is a long line of people <br />like a snake <br />winding itself on a <br />hill towards the spot <br />where a big tree <br />stands <br />the snake's mouth <br />opens and <br />spits you <br />right in the hole <br />six feet below <br />the ground <br /> <br />and then the women <br />wail.and then the clouds <br />pay its tribute <br />with a little rain. <br /> <br />and then you are <br />forgotten. another boy <br />wears your name <br />and starts life all over <br />again.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-funeral-in-the-barrio/
