The day it rained, it fucking poured

We sent your body to the morgue

And sat around for fifteen hours

And entertained who came around

I wasn't drinking that whole year

But I was tempted, I admit

To take the edge off all our friends

Of holding shit back as they wept sideways

And it goddamn poured out

Time and time again, Jesus cried, or words to that effect

And maybe someone tells me that he loves me like you did

But there's a caveat always whеn

it comes to things like this

The day I slеpt, I goddamn snored

To bells and rings that I ignored

Maybe that was shitty, but

The consolations got too much

I tried to reassure my wife

'Cause she's the one who found you there

At total rest, beside your wife

It seemed like a fantastic death

But I wish I had the balls to cry out

I saw your soul up in the air some place

And I kissed it with my mind

The brutal cosmic weight atop my mother's bedside

Lo, behold the utter tragedy, but Pagliacci style

And the rain poured down

It's hardly ever beautiful

It's binding and incurable

It's just business as usual

But infinitely worse

It's like we're never here at all

It's fragile and it's durable

But we'll see you at the funeral

The passages were minimal

Elegant and liminal

With the conscience of a criminal

I lifted out my hand

I shovelled dirt upon your sacred mound

And I wondered how I'd do without

But it's something I still think about

MM