the final detail
after washing the body
and wrapping her in a shroud
made from fresh new clean linen
spun and woven for this deed
placing her in the coffin
face up to see her fate
hands in reverence across her chest
a mask of hammered bronze
placed over her face
so fate wouldn't recognize her
after the funeral
when the dead were gone
the living walked in the world of shadows
half alive
barely moving
thank you for coming
thank you for your prayers
and retreat suddenly
as if shoved by an invisible hand
behind a mask
to dwell in the past
in the grave
in the sorrow
lonesome are the dead
lonesome are the living
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