A Funeral At Dawn

-A Funeral At Dawn-
by
Keaton Foster



Here comes the sun
There goes the dead
Above the clouds
Into the ground
A funeral at dawn
Who is it
I don’t know
And I don’t care
This is not about them
This is about me
Selfish
I’m well aware
Only as a stranger
I dare stand
The dead’s family looks at me
With a weird sense of familiarity
But I’ve never met
A damn one of them
I am just here for the show
To watch the sun
Rise up upon the end
The dead person’s end
Not mine
The preacher does his part
Men with guns shoot the sky
A band plays a song of goodbye
All before the sun
Breaks the back of the horizon
Slowly the casket is lowered
The sun’s rays never touch it
Into the darkness it goes
Forever it will never know
A woman stands up
With a shovel of a hand
She throws in some dirt
She bows her head
No doubt whispering of the end
Not of herself of course
But of whomever is gone
Down there to the depths
Of nothing so feared
She says amen
Everyone else follows suit
First dirt, then a few words
All followed by an amen
Before long they are all gone
Back to their livable lives
Back to a world of light
All that remains is me
And the now soaring sun
At my feet a pile of dirt
Freshly laid
Covering up
A planted being deceased
Like I have plenty of times before
I walk over and say
God, what a beautiful day…



A Funeral At Dawn
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013