The Funeral

The endless sobbing
Heart throbbing
The death of the Lover
Giving up
Experiences
Words
Actions
Movements
World
Dreams
Anything
Everything
Finally
To Light

The curtains down
Props dismantled
Stage dissembled
Take a bow
The night is over
Eyes are closed
The last sigh
The final breath
Securing the cover
Madonna lilies thrown
On the coffin

Descending
Sand thrown
Hastened with movement by the shovel
Celebrating what was once before
Moaning what will never come

No one around
No prayers
No priests
No nuns
No hymns
No nothing

An emaciated death
Awaiting
A Glorious Birth
Coming back as Life itself
Once again

A brand new show
Until the next funeral
That is

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