Saul Bennett
5
The caller said the soul Father's
friend when boys. "He would of gone."
Masons staged an arcane rite.
Around us strangers wept.
Eulogists enunciated facts
as foreign as the Almanac's
on crops. No one said hello.
With a soft paw after he dashed
my wrist. "You're coming with us
to the cemetery yes? Yes."
I fled.