She tells me what a visitation is,
as if I’m a child who has never seen death before
How to dress, how to act
for it is always wise to warn
the proverbial black sheep
Its going to be the biggest social event in town
she said
Everyone will be there
The skinny cousins and their perfect hair
bmws, rich husbands, designer shoes
The upper elite of small town nowhere
They circle the room
like birds of Prey
Saying things such as “god’s will”
and “better place”
the preacher tries to capitalize on her death
fire and brimstone
a chance to notch more souls on his belt
which is why I left the church in the first place
the long lost sheep of the flock
When they have all gone
I think about how you loved me
How you and I would have held hands
and laughed at the pageantry
