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Obsequies
by Kevyn Clark


we come

in time for willows

washed

in autumn winds

beckoning

come down

these dusty roads

follow

the whispers

to your ancestors' cup

drink


 


we come

in moody tatters

languishing

lost in love

yearning

for revival

baptism by rivers

surging

blessed be

we are the sweetest waters

flowing


 


we come

with piper's piping

drummer's

sullen echo rap

marching

in rows

bearing the memory

heavy

of heartbeats

missing here among us

silent




we come

absent of hatred

empty

as the hands

digging

in fields

lay thee down

rest

dream sweet

while we remember you

joyous


 


we come

in hallelujah chorus

passing

this is done

sing

fill me

with flags flying

brave

this time

will never pass again

forgotten


 

(for Lot)

 





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