Burial

 The sandy desert like burial site
pines surround
The distorted pings and moans 
of dire straights and pink floyd

The hurse came rambling to a halt there
Out came the family coffin bearers

trudging toward the grave entrance
God whistling in the trees
That one my father forgot in the rush
remembered in the last moments hush

And invited to walk with him
the humble soul he was and forever yonder shall be

The earth his nightgown
innocence and naivety childhood friends

semblences of Illumination
accompanying him into the ground


I´ll say some words

tears hit sunbit sand

I´ll never see that man

again