The pallbearers pour palatial pity
Upon umbrellas under the
Stark sky that sits superficially.
The candy-coated coffin creaks as it is
Lowered leagues into the Lady.
Jeers jump from jowl to jowl out of jealousy.
Yonder years yet to yield, yearn
For a focus. Falling from
Grace, gaining guts, glory.
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