I saw death
I saw death go gliding by.
Dressed in gleaming, glistening polished carmine robes,
sparkling, shining, splendour. It was him alright
face set towards the sun,
such a beautiful day.
I saw death go gliding by,
his diremption and pain
hidden not by his glorious coat tails.
His screaming taunts not masked
by gentle rumble,
Such finery we accord,
Respect, dignity, homage we pay
Born of just what I do not know
No weeping hordes,
Shouts of pain, no keening.
Restrained blacks, blues ,maroons and white lilies,
mendacious miserable and mocking, white lilies
white lies one after the other
on their polished plinths.
Whispering, wet, weak platitudes
Serve only to punctuate the sibilance of silence,
suffocating, sloughing, slaying silence
slicing through the falseness,
the embarrassed shuffles, half hugs, wet handshakes,
the false bonhomie, there there, just arrows to a wounded heart
All is done ,neat and tidy
Platitudes, pretense and pretenders all gone
Nothing left but the silence.
As I watch death go gliding by.