Day Ninety-One: Funeral
Hearse of weathered black enamel,
Undertakers fingering cigarettes.
Family, some crying, some bored,
Some only thinking of themselves.
Hired marching band out of tune.
Even in death we find no accord.
I didn't want to post this one, just a little. The lesson reads a tad... self-righteous? Plus I haven't actually had anyone close die, so it doesn't sink home right. But it's an entry, and if I'm gonna do this book, go for it I shall.
...Theories about what happens after death can only be conjecture. ...
... A funeral is for those left behind. It is a ritual for us to come to grips with what has happened.
... All our lives, we seek union. We try to please our parents, we try to do well for our teachers and society, we try to make love and get married, we try to touch the universal through art, music, and meditation. Yet all our lives, our every attempt is flawed. Accord and harmony are transitory states. ...
... Don't wait for death to solve your difficulties. Do what you must while you are alive.
It also reads a tad confused and jumpy. I'm having trouble piecing together the phrase and bit o' verse with the supposed lesson/meditation at the end. Neither slow read nor fast seem to be doing the trick.
Do Not Like. :p
- ES
Undertakers fingering cigarettes.
Family, some crying, some bored,
Some only thinking of themselves.
Hired marching band out of tune.
Even in death we find no accord.
I didn't want to post this one, just a little. The lesson reads a tad... self-righteous? Plus I haven't actually had anyone close die, so it doesn't sink home right. But it's an entry, and if I'm gonna do this book, go for it I shall.
...Theories about what happens after death can only be conjecture. ...
... A funeral is for those left behind. It is a ritual for us to come to grips with what has happened.
... All our lives, we seek union. We try to please our parents, we try to do well for our teachers and society, we try to make love and get married, we try to touch the universal through art, music, and meditation. Yet all our lives, our every attempt is flawed. Accord and harmony are transitory states. ...
... Don't wait for death to solve your difficulties. Do what you must while you are alive.
It also reads a tad confused and jumpy. I'm having trouble piecing together the phrase and bit o' verse with the supposed lesson/meditation at the end. Neither slow read nor fast seem to be doing the trick.
Do Not Like. :p
- ES