The wheels on the bus go round and round

The wheels on the herse go slow and soft

Telephone ringing with solemn news,

despite the birds chirping 

Click. Great-Grandma is dead

Gutted doesn't begin to describe my hollowed insides

A parade of black

No one acknowledges the elephant in the room

Here lies G.G. on her headstone

As her wooden coffin is lowered into her tomb