then another time

 then another time

at the graveside we thank life

for once in our lives we think of life

i know the dead can’t 

stupid

but what i am saying is

we never have enough time to stop

think soon too soon this will be me

and we think why am i thinking this

what good does it do to the person 

in the grave

soil plonking down upon the coffin

with a sound that grates on the nerves

in a look away into the distance way

a way out for us sort of way 

this is fingertip close up to shiny shoes

graveside overlapping the sky reflected

in a turn away moment and be gone

had a good innings

blessing in the end 

sort of way 

goodness me is that the time