Our Funeral, a poem written by Karen Mooney at Spillwords.com

Our Funeral

Our Funeral

written by: Karen Mooney



There were no flowers or cards of condolence
Yet there was a death, a death of us
No handshakes, no wake or funeral service
Just a fear that it may be contagious

I didn’t see it that way at the time
But you likened the situation to death
I was suffocating with a need to be free
whilst you envied the sympathy
for a neighbour’s last breath

I can now see that our union was a birth
A joining of sorts where two become one
Independence may have kept us together
To complement, not complete: too young

Black’s not my colour so I did not mourn
openly, I dressed up but I did cry inside
I wore independence like a warrior’s shield
protecting the land where failure resides

Yes, we died, we buried the remains
in new lives and now the past we resist
But no matter how deep the grave we dig
the bones of our past can be found to exist

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