The Funeral

A bell tolled

Winter wind whipped icy cold

muffled voices whispered

people shuffled past.

Masked mourners mingled

Priests prayed petition prayers

pinstripe suits precisely pressed

Hymns hung hopelessly in the air.

Warm words whispered consolation

Lost in mental consternation

memories momentarily shared

cold comfort in a country churchyard.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

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