Lawrence Hall
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The Nicest Funeral
That Never Was
The doors of the church of my long-ago youth
Were locked; I peeked through the glass and saw
Huge Peavey speakers dangling in holy silence
Above where the Altar used to be
When friends arrived we pondered the mystery
Of a man’s reported death and cremation
With obsequies scheduled for Saturday
Yes, said the passer-by we asked about it
A Saturday next month, and so we loosened our ties
And over fingers of Scotch we asked our whys
