I looked around
The sky was interesting
The moon was in the white sky and the sun was going down
I looked around
There were comforters and comfortees
I was suppose to be a comforter
I looked around like a tourist
as if the funeral-to-be was a spectacle
I was in my role of observer
and I saw my co-worker’s white face
without makeup was still quite pretty
Did her grief add to or subtract from her beauty?
I saw the mounds of dirt
some with flowers and some without
I tried not to think what it meant
what those mounds of dirt meant
The wife of the dead man fainted
I had been told that she didn’t love her husband
Then I remembered my friend telling me
the dead man took too long to die
the family prayed for his death
What do you think of my poem "House of the Dead: My Home Too"?
That was great...
Very good...I was there...
And your messages and observations "spoke to me..."
I liked it...
Reply:Very good. Hope you write more, you have a talent.
Reply:good
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