Funeral

The garden plants look

Shrivelled, shry, caught

In the long lasting heat

Of the Summer here

        We would do to pay attention

People stumble about their

Days, wanderless, taken from

One tragedy to the next

Restless, ungrounded.

        Lost is the new found

Someone has died, something

Is gone from this world

Not coming back except

In the spirit that was

Left in his life.

        Let us hope it meant something