Yesterday,I attended a funeral .
An older member of the family was laid to rest,
his last act
upon the worlds stage.
Tonight , I shall go and watch
Macbeth
in the local theatre, more drama and death
to ring out the cold grey month of February .
And when the play is over
the actors will take their curtain call,
bowing amidst standing ovations,
the thunderclap of hands.
And bouquets,
thanking them for their performance.
Quite different from yesterday,
after the long speech
only silence in the church.
As we sent him on his way
with flowers and tears.
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Submission Name: Macbeth
