Back in black

The Tomb Stones
Of Gray
The trees of Wheeping.
The dates of lives long past.
I've been here before.
And now
I'm back in black.

The death of a
Dear Friend.
A life snuffed out like a flame.
Swaying in the breeze of yesterday
Gone again, my Dear Friend
And now
I have nothing to say.

The crunching leaves
Under foot.
The murmuring of the dull crowd,
Like the whispers of the dead, the dead,
Beneath their dragging feet.
And now
The stone of dread.

The black box
Of death
The body that lay inside.
Posed to be beautiful,
Rotting on the inside.
And now
The chant of the sinful.

The rising of
The guns
The folding of the flag.
The burying of the soldier
The tears of the new widow.
And now
The beginning of a new chapter.