They Buried Him in the Rain”

They buried him
In the rain
No one came

A cold and grey
Wet winters day
Three people stood silent
Somewhere searching
For the right words to say

His final resting place
A machine dug hole
Covered by a tarp
On a pale thin pole
Someone’s tears
Caress their face
While someone else
Somewhere said grace

Dressed in black
Preacher man read
No one to listen
Save for the dead
Words traveled like smoke
Up to the sky
Forgotten again
Alone he must die

They buried him
In the rain
No one came