A confrontation,
A lot of wails and tears,
A heavy casket,
A service, and then the cremation,
The rotting flesh sears

An urn,
A stone and even fancy calligraphy,
Perfumed guests,
Fresh flowers, birds, and crickets,
Dark eyes look around, but do not see

A gathering,
A clear sky and a sunny day,
Thank goodness, but
These are all irrelevant, unimportant
Because inside, it pours, rages, surges, crashes;

The dam finally gives way.