More Living Than Dead

There were more living than there were dead

In the cemetery today

The cars winding up and down the little roads

People everywhere

Mourning death

While tempting her

Taunting her like a school yard bully

There were more living than there were dead

In the cemetery today

As if three separate rituals of parting

In a single day

In a single hour

Was not really a concern

Just the whisper of a normal January

There were more living than there were dead

In the cemetery today

One wonders if they are concerned on the other side of the veil

As life continues

Uninterrupted

The flood of loss

As unavoidable as the giant hole at the very core of humanity

There were more living than there were dead

In the cemetery today

To smell the wafting fragrance of the freshest earth

Disturbed

To cover the corpses

Now for eternity entwined

In the sweet embrace of the Mother