THE FUNERAL

     They are at my place; with all folded hand,

     Few are screaming; few just stand. 


              Some talking about past; some talking all sins,

              Few looking too busy; searching for things.

     Marginalized by loved one; doomed by all,

     I am lying down; done with my last fall.

              Everything settled; a cross onto my chest,

              No more crisis baby; no more conquest.

     I can’t regret; this is not hell.

You should cross your heart; you are at my funeral.