Measure of a Man

Black coat faded from service

betrays its old master (now quiet, cold and dead)

Folded flags

mean nothing to

those they're given

to, even the flag betrays

the man-

What good

is fabric to the dead?

-I sit in the dead Texas heat

in his stiff pea-coat

watching as this folded

cloth is given

to my mother

along with two cold, silver jars,

perfectly symmetrical.

A measure of a man:

cloth, steel, and ash.

Reviews

[Solitary_Streets]

Very good piece of writing, I loved it. A simple format but the words flow together, you are a true artist. Takes different turns and always keeps the same idea in mind. The ending is wonderful, beautiful piece.

[Laura Lynn]

I love this. I see the images are good and whole, even wholesome...the health of herbs also, a more uplifting set of items, even though there is a funeral or a death in the window