There's a large white canopy
In the cemetary;
The guests are in their best.
The vows averred
So long ago
Are proved
And laid to rest.
The effigies once
On the cake,
Immortalized,
At the wake.
Inside the gated community,
Dead and wed,
A surety,
Now silent
For eternity.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
