And what do the Dead expect

And what do the Dead expect
From the Living.  The deep and
Soul filled sighs that come
From the chapel vestibule.
The organ-enhanced,
Oft-repeated dirges sung in
Mournful harmonies.  The White
Casket and Carnations.
The grief filled weeping surfaces
Dressed in long, black
Suits and skirts.  Hair held back
To reveal dark circled eyes
And damp lashes.  All the
Trappings and the
Expectations.  After all,
It hadn't happened to them.
2003 Sally K. Lehman

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