prayin’ pastoral
that damp ole funeral home
furnace heat cranked up too high
as tho to simulate the fiery pits
i’m yet to find myself residing in,
according to this pastor, whom speaks on His behalf
and yet here she stands, blessing this grave
leaving me to contemplate if she’ll beg for mercy on my soul,
when time comes
or leave me to fall in fires on my own
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love this!
If only the respect paid in death was also paid in life. You explore the conflict at the center of this poem very well.
Oof! Felt the discontent with the conflicting notions.
Love what PC said and I agree!