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The poem 'The Funeral', written by Sean Joyce, is a vivid description of the funeral of a person, through the eyes of his loved ones. Joyce says that these are indeed weasel words that a loved one is dead with the dawn. We take the corpse to graveyard and perform all the required rituals and come strolling down the grass lane. The person we took to graveyard is buried for forever and there would not be any remnants of him left with us. After burying him, we come back leaving our footprints on grass. These footprints remind us of the burying of our beloved person in graveyard, who was once with us. Just like other funeral poems, this poem is also full of grief and metaphysics.
The Funeral
Weasel words
With easy starts
Are not the first
Ones to our hearts
When the cold cadaver light of day
Takes one of those we love away
After the funeral
When the funeral was over
After we had buried him
We walked across the grass
We walked across the grass
Leaving footprints in the dew
Footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible
With him forever
And now, forever
Footprints forever
Looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
Losing us all, forever
