594 - At the funeral

Proximity to death makes life seem bleak,
But while in company we persevere
In laughing at the little things, and speak
Of plans and pleasures, maybe with a beer.
We’ll do whatever makes our minds less clear,
Even after a loved one’s passed away;
Arranging funerals is easier
Than thinking of our fate, or the fate they
Have already met face on. On the day
We’ll meet and mourn, but publicly we’ll seek
To control reactions. Maybe a tear
Or two during the service is okay,
But over sandwiches, no, not a squeak
Of discomfort’s appropriate. Tea, dear?
Sun 20 Apr 2008