His Final journey

He was finally held

Upon people’s shoulders

Yet he couldn’t feel the pride

Marching in a quiet pace

As still as a mountain

Perhaps, he was resting in peace

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On the edge of an empty grave

Unfurnished, yet tempting

Ready for the next guest

The crowd gathered in silence

Their eyes lost in the vacant space

Each watching their funeral

Pondering what’s beyond

While he was suddenly descending

From above their shoulders

Down under their feet

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A face should not meet the dirt

Unless it was inside the earth

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The grave was sealed

And the body lost its name

To the stone above

The crowd escaped

To search for a laugh

Or to reunite with grief