DEATH Poem: A HEARSE FOR THE BRIDE, by Larry Blazek

Johnny looks at his bride
beautiful in her wedding dress
her ebony curls cascading
artfully over her shoulder
in her casket
he has arrived early
in the church where they
were about to be wed
he glances around
he looks in the cloak room
the key to the hearse
is in the pocket of
the undertaker’s jacket
he lifts her from the coffin
he carries her out to the hearse
carefully placing her in the back
he roars off down the highway
his eyes fill with tears
clouding his vision
he skids and leaves the road
bouncing through some underbrush
ending up in someone’s back yard
he leaves the key in the ignition
and walks along the highway
a horn honks
it is his almost mother in law
she smiles and asks
what he has done with her
he gestures over his shoulder
she tells him to get in
he takes her to where
he left the hearse
she looks in the back
her daughter looks somewhat miffed
but other then being dead
is perfectly fine
she carefully rearranges her
she gives her almost son in law
the key to her car
and drives the hearse
back to the church

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