Weasel words <br />with easy starts <br />are not the first <br />ones to our hearts <br />when the cold cadaver light of day <br />takes one of those we love away <br /> <br />After the funeral <br />- when the funeral was over <br />- After we had buried him <br /> <br />We walked across the grass <br />We walked across the grass <br />leaving footprints in the dew <br /> <br />footprints in the dew <br />How was that possible <br />’God’s name how was that possible <br /> <br />with him forever <br />And now, forever <br />footprints forever <br /> <br />looking back across the grass <br />The warmth of the day <br />losing us all, forever<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-funeral-2/
