The Box of Death

The long wooden box Was gently set down As dirt was packed from the earth To fill up the earth Black coats and umbrellas Huddled together under the rain Watched on in silence Not a word to be uttered I, in their midst Looked up but couldn't see Clenching my fist I knew I had to stay strong But, a trickle of water Found its way out of my eyes And rolling gently down my face Fell on top of the long wooden box