Straight Faced

I always wondered why we wore black.
I saw this as a celebration of a life,
So the black seemed like an insult.
She wouldn't have wanted it
This dull and lifeless.

When they carry her on their shoulders
They should hold their heads high in honour
And feel proud.
But they hang them low.
Almost in shame,
Yet they think it's reverence.
F**k reverence.

But maybe I'm just cold.
I did notice that while everyone was crying
My face was as blank as her's.
I felt nothing.
And i hated myself for that.

Author's Note

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[Tony Jordan]

Jesus Daniel any Irishman worth his salt knows that the black garb takes second place to the reverie afterwards where the real celebrations of the life ended are - at the wake!!
I'm surprised at ye!