Anatomy of a Funeral
Updated: May 19
Tombstones in concrete ribbon, the standard-issue funeral option, like ashes in a cardboard box, aggregate mixtures, of concrete sprawl parading through life and death. The horizontal texture sets the tone for every street, like every memorial, each fine, horizontal line strains eye to expansion joints dutifully stepped over, — lest a spine you break — the spaces you went rogue left out of the eulogy. Courteous platitudes, and no reminders of an untimely end, in lieu of dead flowers paths trawled clean to keep appearances neat. Held from the lip, slipped into the gutter down the steel grate — the surfaces of psyche — the wood forms we fill, the coercion rebar hiding the quakes, the defiance of footprints cast in wet, unfinished selves begging for grass, begging for a roast, not a speech.