FUNERAL

We crawl our way from earth
to star
nor calculate from birth how far
our tiny feet
will take us
before the karma that we meet
will break us;
and cast us adrift on an outgoing tide.

While those onshore mutter simply,
“He died!”

Ding-dong
Fay’s gone
Life long
Death waits for none.

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