One dances with the deceased’s
Wedding gown. Another
Holds a raccoon skull
While reciting Hamlet.
A sad-faced one
Has a squirting flower
Adorning his very solemn
Funeral tuxedo and a
Trick buzzer in his hand.
Six comically oversized
Black mourner’s shoes-
They came to make us feel better.
And some preliminary reports
Suggest they succeeded.
Nightmares hold as much truth
As the mind who dreams them
Was what most of us thought
As we exited the funeral home
Still smelling of cotton candy,
Bourbon, and allspice.
Mrs. Bradley shook her head at me,
Wiping her brow with a frilled hanky,
Her eyes shining all the while.
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