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
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