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The quiet descends
The flowers start to wither
In red brick furnace
The ashes slowly cool

The hymn is sung
The eulogy delivered
mourners head home
while Tired children mewl

Pile into cars
Lifts offered and accepted
Then rush hour roads
To go and Wake the dead

Then time to go
And scatter back to places
To far and near
With all that's left unsaid

Hugs and handshakes
After a drink together
bright hollow smiles
As people leave at last

It don't seem much
To tuck away a brother
And close the book
on fifty years of past

copyright Micca