“Did you make you peace
with God?”
Your face grew stern
as your eyes scoured
the concrete ceiling.
Driving home that night,
I felt a tear
slowly trickle down my cheek
I could not shake
the feeling that I had somehow
condemned you to flames
with a single question.
And now as I help our friends
lower you into the ground,
I cannot help but wonder
from which angle
are you watching the proceeding.
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