Funeral
What is real in this fight or flight
a world before me demands my sight
A focus born of trauma hymnals
funeral blacks and carnation symbols
We hold hands down the aisles
as life charges on, a blur of smiles
Amidst the dizzy, never letting go
friends forever is all we know
Into the night for one last time
Will you sing one last rhyme
Under the moon where we met
Before the funeral, before we knew death
C. Churchill