Funeral in the Rain by John Grey

rain
.
Funeral in the Rain
.
warm rain,
cold blood
.
the women have kissed
all the cheeks they’re ever
going to kiss
.
the men have waked
until they can barely wake
no more
.
funeral rolls by
sacred haunts –
sad faces press to glass
stare out at the living
as they pass on by
.
rosewood coffin
carries him off –
among the mourners,
fingers grip like
claws in flesh
.
preacher stands amid
the wildflowers,
tries to convince
those present
that the deceased
has never been so far
beyond darkness
trees shake,
leaves tremble,
all out of respect
for raindrops
.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in West Trade Review, Willard and Maple and Connecticut River
.
.
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