the mourning never stops
one moment they're here
and the next they're not
the sound of it still ringing in our ears
the weight of our loved ones on our shoulders
and in our hearts
funerals for the living
and weddings for the dead
broken memories scattered across the city
waiting to be fetched
bricks that have forgotten their past
faces with no will to laugh
damp from the flow of tears
mothers wishing they were in those coffins instead
now every bit of the air smells of death
and glued to that throne
the grim reaper has yet to take his last breath