Play Funeral

Sometimes the Girls Played Funeral

They chained dandelions to decorate the dead,

Filled vases with roses and mimosa fans.

The mortuary was the shed out back
Where Old Daddy kept his drill rig.

It was best when Peach was the deceased,

Lily the preacher,

Rae the audience.

Peach lay stretched on Old Daddy's pine work bench,

Serene as stone.

Rae cried and questioned God,

Rolled on the cement floor

Like a fish in dust.

Lily stood on a crate

And spun the story of the loved one,

Dead by a sudden violence,

Snake bite, train wreck, stray bullet,

On the way to ever after with his true love.