All the old clocks are stopping
and time is draining away.
There are rats in the hedges
where the blue jays
used to play. In a dry time
the people go to funerals
to avoid loneliness.
There is music there and afterwards
coffee with sugar in paper cups.
So much can happen after a funeral;
maybe more than has happened
before. But then we all go home.
Soon will come Jesus walking
door to door, looking for someone
to raise from the dead.