All The Dead Day Long Poem by Robert Green

I lay cold and pale
In a casket made of wood
Six foot hole awaits
In a world where I once stood.

Rat a tat tat
Pitter patter
Rain plays on the lid
Water splatters.

A lone mourner awaits
Cold at the graveside
Trees bent heavy with rain
Widows veil hides.

A single tear on a bloodless cheek
Umbrella held high
Jet black raincoat
A young/old female sighs.

In the back of a black limousine
No flowers adorned
Last journey South
Body only loaned.

Through the cemetery gates
Wheels soft on the loose gravel way
Mourner turns to look
Legs unforgiving sway.

Thunder rolls
Lighting strikes
Her Red high heels click
Just as he likes.

Tyres soft in respect
Hush the light
Dark clouds hover
Ravens take flight.

His eternal tomb removed
On four shoulders an empty soul
Six paces only
Laid beside the open hole.

No word said
Lowered in deep
Pitter patter
Forever asleep.

Pitch black rain coat
With tissue to eye
The single tear drop
Now wiped dry.

Red shoes turn
And walk away
Only memories now
She leaves, never to return another day.