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-A Funeral At Dawn- by Keaton Foster Here comes the sun There goes the dead Above the clouds Into the ground A funeral at dawn Who is it I don’t know And I don’t care This is not about them This is about me Selfish I’m well aware Only as a stranger I dare stand The dead’s family looks at me With a weird sense of familiarity But I’ve never met A damn one of them I am just here for the show To watch the sun Rise up upon the end The dead person’s end Not mine The preacher does his part Men with guns shoot the sky A band plays a song of goodbye All before the sun Breaks the back of the horizon Slowly the casket is lowered The sun’s rays never touch it Into the darkness it goes Forever it will never know A woman stands up With a shovel of a hand She throws in some dirt She bows her head No doubt whispering of the end Not of herself of course But of whomever is gone Down there to the depths Of nothing so feared She says amen Everyone else follows suit First dirt, then a few words All followed by an amen Before long they are all gone Back to their livable lives Back to a world of light All that remains is me And the now soaring sun At my feet a pile of dirt Freshly laid Covering up A planted being deceased Like I have plenty of times before I walk over and say God, what a beautiful day… A Funeral At Dawn Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |