The chairs are filled
Row by row
In perfect allignment
To watch the ones down the aisle
Look up to the sky
The clouds rippled thick
The crows cry
The wind is nothing more but the wind
Sounds arise and heads are turned
sounds of sweet hallelujah but no one is rejoicing
heads bowed, and silent prayers are said
The soft tissue is their only comfort
and the chairs are their only security
soft sounds are mumbled, screamed
and echoed as they come down the aisle.
One man, two man, threee man, four
Strong enough to whisk away, one man more.
Moms shouting and wie begging
hildren wondering and everyone else
March to the beat of the sweet somber song
Right foot, left foot, a path too far
Petals on the ground to welcome the 5 men
Not red, not yelow or any color inbetween
Just soft white petals, with much more of meaning.
Right foot, left foot, the path is almost gone
"Take your time!" A shout is lifted
Heads turn but keep silent as they listen.
"That's my boy; he's my only son. I didnt have him for very long so please, dont rush."
She bows her head and sits back down
That chair is her security, nothing else seems as strong.
The 5 men get to the end an all but 1 walks away.
"Lets remember this fine young man.
Lets just all bow our heads and pray."
Then slowly the axle rotates and the casket is dropped down.
Today a man is buried, when he was only looking to be found.