Dead Man Talking
“…He was a good man
So dear to our hearts,
Oh how we loved him…”
An artist couldn’t paint a better picture, as you uttered the most gracious words. Such is your weeping, that your tributes are muffled. Yet I never felt I was your own. You dressed me in the best of suits, fit for a groom at a prestigious wedding. You’ve come bearing more flowers than the Garden of Eden.
You never once lent a hand with any of my debts, yet my casket is so costly. All this for the perfect send off. All of this, just to say goodbye to me.
Yet during my lifetime I felt like the ordinary. Impossible it was, for you to relate to me. In life, our ties were merely through blood. Now in death you place me on a pedestal.
But if I could I’d put an end to this deceit. Get out of this casket and tell it as it is. And surely I’d rest in peace, in this my final bed.
But, I am dead.
