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The Funeral was on the third
not a rook, a raven
or sparrow heard.
No friend to mourn
or widow to grieve.
No enemy scorned
just scattered leaves.
The falling rain
the only sound
as he slipped so naturally
into the ground.
Scrawled upon the casket door
for no one's eyes.
"Pain No More
I bade my goodbye,
To this Forty-four."