Poetry Editor’s note:  As we noted last week, we’re proud to be featuring Michael Lind’s work at Liberty Island. This is the second of eight poems. 


Funeral women are always at services,

strangers to whom the deceased was unknown.

Widowed and pious, their notion of service is

letting nobody be buried alone.


Floating in back, they reflect on the homily,

join in the hymn and take part in the prayer.

Though you are buried away from your family,

funeral women are sure to be there. 



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