too many deaths. Rest in peace Uncle Ned <3
Fingerprints on the prayer book.
Trace the gold cross
Let that tear roll through the embossed channel
Hold it tight
Say the words
But don't speak
Let the communion wine touch your lips
But keep them closed–
And wipe them once you've taken your seat
Sing all the psalms just by moving your mouth
Watch as they bury the ashes
Wondering if heaven
Is what he expe–
–Why are you holding that?
Put it down!–