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procession

when i was working in a mortuary
the most emotional moment
for me wasn’t during the funeral service

the toil in the prep room
as a body was embalmed

or when meeting with the family

it was the drive to the cemetery
when no one else was looking

behind the wheel of a hearse
second
in the purple flagged funeral procession
behind a police escort
mourner filled limousine right behind
a casket adorned with flowers
just past the velvet curtain
in my rear view mirror

keenly aware

nothing is trivial

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