by Donal Mahoney
There, for once, the whole of it,
and, Lord, I have no camera.
Bright Saturday in Spring
and there outside the church
a wedding party waits.
A Mass is still in progress.
Before the wedding can begin
ten men, in files of five,
must carry out the corpse.
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Glad you didn't have a camera, otherwise you might not have written this.
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