Underneath the box is a stand
Upon the box there is a polish
An engraved flower
Around the box is a cold gray
Beyond that box is a chapel
Inside the chapel there is another box
On a stand like the first
Within the same cold gray
Beside the box is nothing
But unhappiness
Aside from the box
There are no important features
Of the onlookers who grieve in sorrow
With the people who loved him dear
Throughout the day people cry
About the boy they knew so well
Above the ground he lays now
Under it he will rest soon
Among the people that grieve
There is someone who sticks out
Except for the preacher
He is the only one who didn’t know the boy
Between the Mother and the Brother
Stood the Father he never knew
Until the day the mourners move on
His face will be ever present…
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By Dylan Spencer
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