Rest in peace
Offer up my Atheist prayers to a dignified lady,
Soothed by a lull of conversation, punctuated by a
Sea of weak handshakes and inoffensive biscuits.
He says "Larks."
We're here not for larksong.
Shivering masses splattered with pink
Carnations; abdication of a matriarch;
I'm spilling out prayers from primary school,
A pulse of mourners ooze rosaries,
Stifled by earth
And crowned by a spray of lilies.