some funerals are gatherings.
commemorations and stories
drop easily from the lips of distant ones.
some funerals are a war
battles waged by lawyers
trenches and lines drawn
as the coffin closes, the first shots are fired...
for sure, and I like this,
regardless of the circumstance,
or which way the wind blows,
when a person goes away
it is like one pillar holding up the roof
has vaporized.
the space has to be filled
one way
or another.
at some point, we all have a turn holding the rooftop up so the kids can watch the stars.