Flurries fell from the sky,
The day you were cindered,
Everything swept up,
into a blizzard.

Your 6ft2 box was
carried along,
By the men who did you
no wrong

Your casket a basket
In a shroud of frost,
For what did another life
cost?

Ushered inside,
By your mum and your dad,
for this was the last control over
you they had.

Shiny midnight cars, lined the roads,
Bowing their heads,
To their precious load.

My booted feet shuffled,
determined to not move,
I didn't want to see you carried,
Up the flue.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
What's another man,
Gone in the rust?