"Funerals," A Poetry Post

You can pay up a
life insurance policy.

You can get yourself a
good family relationship
with an excellent
funeral service.

You can have a
reference list of
great repast chefs,
a printout of the
remaining immediate
family members and a
bank of great writers
for your obituary.

Your cover pictures and
burial clothes can be
prepped and put away for the
big day.

But you cannot anticipate the
noisemakers.

There is no pre-pared,
roped off area for
people who start screaming
the moment your body leaves
its place of demise.

They say if you follow the
loudest voice you will find the
heart that most closed itself to you
while you lived.

But guess what?
Nobody's trying to find the
heart that most closed itself off at
their own funeral.

Dead people tend to be
less into their distant enemies and
more into their
close, dead kin.

So what is all the yelling about people?
What is all the yelling about at funerals?

-T. D. James-Moss