She died in dark, unspeakable corners,
Then slowly came the mourners,
The mourners, yes, the mourners,
Slowly came the mourners.
Their faces pale behind black veils,
Sliding in like snails,
Like snails, yes, like snails,
Sliding in like snails.
Leaving shiny trails of sorrow,
To find their way back tomorrow,
Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow,
They'll find their way back tomorrow...
Joshua Dinkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-27/
