Living / Dead

I passed the church hall,

The hip hop did play,

The graves all in view, 

Of those ladies today.

So full of life, 

In their exercise class,

My thoughts were all mixed,

As I walked on past.

The doors were wide open,

The graves were in sight,

So still were the dead,

With the hall full of life.

I thought of the gulf,

Between those not alive,

And the girls who danced close,

Who jumped and jived.

The beat box was blasting,

So close to a wreath,

To the dead this must feel like, 

A kick in the teeth.