The Funeral

by Terry Clark

Unexpectedly, I am summoned to a funeral
Never been to one of them down home funerals before
The deceased was sanctified
so the Holy Ghost accompanied her to the Home Going
Before the elder made us cry,
the sister woman sang
She sang, clapped her hands and stomped her foots
The sister woman growled a holy blues that would wake the dead
"If I alredy had my wings, I sho' wouldn't be down here"
The guitar chords of the sunglassed musician
walked with her every step of the way--
all in honor of the deceased
Rock the church sister, rock the church!
The flowers and the wreaths swayed, hummed and patted feet
with familiar mood of sadness
to the santified holy roller's song
They had seen it all before
Rock the church, sister, rock the church!

The Funeral by Terry Clark

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