it’s not really the long processional
nor the bagpipe’s lament
it’s not really the resplendent cathedral
nor the flag-draped lead-lined coffin
it’s not really the red robed men
nor the accented readings
it’s actually the boys choir
voices pure
rising into ether
resonating off arches
harmonies spinning overtones
linking to our hearts
and sending her soul home
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