A FUNERAL PROCESSION

Two bodies met to discuss the fate of another just departed

On the final journey, a tarmac of marigold discarded

Strewn by the funeral wake in a cloud of scented pallor

Fragrant memories pleasant during the closing hour

One was in a state of excess, displaying strong affection

for brotherly backslapping while gyrating his midsection

He smiled during his wild jig his arms upwards thrown

He said we celebrate our brother lest he awake alone

The other was in a state of distress, tears free flowing

across his cheeks and over the side of the hearse rolling

His wail rending the veil of sadness clouding his face

He said we must mourn the loss today of one so full of grace

And thus they went One forward revelling One aft crying

The body cold sandwiched between whoops of joy and weeping

Passersby scratched their heads confused with the situation

The body proceeded amidst highs and sighs to its final destination

The traffic snaked behind the van, the cars mildly irritated

with the slow advance at rush hour of the soul so ill fated

In front the dancing man laughed louder and louder still

to compensate for all the murmuring and gathering of ill will