At A Funeral

Smokers at a funeral,
Mocking the dead
With their Dunhill Lights
And Marlboro Reds.

The living thrive
In reckless abandon.
The dead left to make
Earth’s union.

Smokers at a funeral,
Throw cigarette butts
On the cemetery grass.

Sparks light up
The dried up leaves,
Signal to the wind,
“Breathe on me”

Fire at a funeral!
The living unaware
A ring of fire surrounds them;
There is no heaven up there.

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One Response to “At A Funeral”
  1. bubblebutt says:

    I haven’t read you in a while.
    Love the work.

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