I can't mock
the funeral discretion
shaking hands
with a stranger,
brought us together,
in this now and ever.
The catholic faith,
though I don't appreciate
She's waiting for me,
once I get it all together.
Seagulls that flock,
with no pretension
upon shore of lands,
two costs of feathers.
I doubt this but the wind
and all of the trees
are a wing gush underneath.