Empty eulogy

Life is a funeral
With a flat-tired hearse
I am just another corpse,
Forced to walk in blistering sun

Stumbling towards a grave,
A service for no one
Yet when dirt falls,
The unholy churchyard is full

They smile, laughing
As they bury the damned
Not even bothering
To close the coffin lid

Above me, the bright sky
Slips farther away
As dirt clouds my eyes
Buried deeper all the time

poem by Joyce Rugg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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