It was a balmy Saturday
when we buried him like treasure
mournful songs lingered
hilarious anecdotes hugging
stories of remembrance
social distancing
failing to contain sobs
triggered by fond memories
of a ramrod straight citizen
community pillar
steadfast
Now he lies dead
lack of oxygen cause his demise
lungs collapsed by Covid-19
multiple migranes
inexplicable lethargy
perspiration, a cough
muscular tension
Now he is gone
undertakers ferry mortal remains
straight from mortuary to cemetery
stern pallbearers in white gear
gumboots and jumpsuits
hooded like that of astronauts
masked preacher mumbling
and steering the hurried burial
of a loved one
brutal fumigation of grief
a host of unanswered questions
Who is next in this grim procession?
Who is next in line to be felled by pestilence?
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