By the graveside
Standin' still, hearts_thump-thump
Eyes whimperin' like Saturn's streams

Fumigated as if were a snake's venom
Wrapped with polyethylene like papers
Ne'ver exorbitantly casketed like before

Mouths as dumb as doornails
No time for last goodbyes
For fear of proliferation of invisible foe

Like a seed sowed
Fallen fellow rested deep
More than six feet deep

Down deep dungeon
Cold like frosty winters
W-h-y d-o t-h-i- s t-o u-s?

By the graveside
Soil smilin' unto the cursed ones
Gone is the one like the passin' wind.

© Stephen Juma