Funeral Blues

[susanscookietin]

My friend recited this poem during our pub night out: 
 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white

Comments

[browngirl]

That is a sad, lovely poem, innit?

[susanscookietin]

Indeed. I love especially the stanza on the lover being a compass..