[haiku of the funeral]
common the remains
of by world and word a pope
framed in love to earth
c l couch
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Abbey Road
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Tomorrow
A service
At Westminster
The building will serve
The people will be served
With liturgical goodbyes
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I don’t know what she wrote for
Entry into Poets’ Corner
Maybe nothing
Maybe she’ll only visit there
From time to time
To listen
To the works
Or the squabbles
Among minds
(the laureates she knew
plus others)
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We may salute her
For her military service
“Princess Auto Mechanic”
And she knew her work
Dear in wartime
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Or try this—Your Majesty
Elizabeth
We hard knew ye
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C L Couch
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The Funeral of George Floyd
I knew a man
Named Jerry who
After a funeral said,
I look at it this way
He’s gone
And I’m still here
His wife tried to shoosh
Him, though I suppose
There was truth in
What he said,
If not the saying of it
He’s gone
And we’re still here
Prayers to heaven might
Release him into
Further bliss, so some
Doctrines say
We can do that here for him
But all the rest
Is us for us
To take part in a life after
The fact, the death
Of all we could have known
We’ll acknowledge
Even celebrate
Laugh a little
Wish we could laugh a lot
We’re no good at this
There is an expression
To choke the life out of it
A program
Or a promise or a pledge
To take it literally
Upon a person
Outside of stagey melodrama
A Darth-Vader move
Is never having been sublime
But move the
Ridiculous to an absurdity
Of evil
Might we be
Angry at a funeral?
I think we might
But be sad first
Make crying space
For tears and any keening
Let him go
And never let him go
C L Couch
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