Dead People’s Wedding

The griesly bride.
The wind pipe thin groom.
The hollow cheeked
maids of honor.
The cavernous church
echoing the rattling
exchange of rings.
A knot of crows
hoorahing in
the wicker brain trees.

Then the slow
ride north after a
windy kiss to rest
in the loam for
another lesser eternity.
Pairs of eyes
follow the procession
like hungry magpies.

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