Friday, July 1, 2016

Business of Death

         Business of Death

Family dressed in black,
Soul racked.
Going through the motions,
Can't let emotions create commotion.

Family not addressed and we don't validate,
Life reduced to five minute power point slide show.
Slide show just way to stay numb,
Ignoring the loss before them.

Somehow a few passages of scripture fills that space,
When we weep not with those who weep?
Words are hollow and lack the depth,
Death of loved one goes deep.

Words from podium fall as lead,
Just as lifeless and dead.
Grief seeps from below where fear to tread.
Those left behind are the living dead.

Hope rises as a phoenix,
All's that lost made new.
There is a day,
Where there are no more tears.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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