The Burial Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Burial

It may not matter in the end.
If no memory serves right or fading memories can disproved that there was once this titan,

This noble prince of a man who use to walk
On this earth,
Hunt in these cities like a treasure hunter forthe girls heart and sent her blushings and fluttering like the roses and beautiful flowers they were suppose to be,

The pop star who can sing and dance his wayinto their hearts with romantic dreams and made reminders that love is flourishing in this beautiful earth.

The good husband who may have became a good father for the subsequent seasons or generation.

A thoughtful son to an ailing mother,
A God fearing, law abiding citizens of a country

A genius enterpreneur who may have a worldly difference,

Or an antihero, anticlimactic idiot,

It matters less now as the shovels and the digging spades sent this mortal body with his coffins into the immortal and earthly
consanguinities with the dirt and the dusts.