Long distance call

The flowers tossed over the grave are dead,
no sound is heard from underneath the stone.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is the head.
We shall remember him in this eternal bed.
Here lies the body, every hair and bone.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
Think of the wise words that this man has said
before he waved goodbye, what he has known.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is his head.
We shall try very much not to forget.
We leave in rain, the corpse is on its own.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
We whisper of the times when we have met.
Then all are startled by a ringing phone.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is the head.
Some people laugh, others go mad instead
as from the grave we hear a cheerful tone.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
A sound is heard from underneath the stone.

😉

Comments on: "Long distance call" (12)

  1. Yikes….Maybe they could do it like the olden days and put in a bell ringer

    • 🙂 Well the phone rang in his coffin, and I don’t think he was able to answer 🙂 But somehow it here looks like he was the one phoning. I might have to adjust the text.

  2. Who would ring just then. Very amusing twist

  3. Ga e me a big smile 😊 L&H xx

  4. Love the title, Ina … and what a poem! Chilling smiles all around! XO ♥

  5. Marvelous little mystery…

  6. Loved the ending, Ina, which brought a smile! 🙂 ♥

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