A palpable somber mood,
Wrung the air of oxygen,
Beckoned the departed to reveal secrets,
Secrets hoarded by the confined body
Still as though in
deep slumber
Mourners wondered where the destiny,
The mortal destiny of man
A destiny vast yet tiny as a coffin
As mourner after
mourner
Extolled the virtues of the departed
And prayed for her soul
As it met God’s ever just judgment
Was a her lack of religiosity the greatest sin
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