Are simple but picturesque
Amidst boiling cauldrons of
Rice porridge with strips of tripes
A gathering of mourners intone their grief
While downing jugs of native grog
The sakla master shuffles the deck
Cards bearing luck not auguring death
Children past bedtime hours scaring
Each other while hiding under the casket
Wilted floral wreaths line up the walls
Like sentinels with nauseous breaths
The honored one somber in slumber
Indifferent to the homage paid him
The widow worries about the collection
Fingers the knotted hankie bulging with coins
Will there be enough to pay in the morrow
The brass band engaged to liven the sorrow?
Oh, but her eldest will arrive from LA tonight
Bringing US aid, then there's nothing to fear
Picture yourself behind the coffin's misted glass
A life well led but ended with trifling ceremony
Funeral wakes in the barrio will always be the same
As if I care, but I wish they can do better on my turn.
another gem!
very realistic indeed! i'm especially annoyed with the manunugal mourners. i don't want their kind on my burol. but i guess i wouldn't know, darn...
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