as the black cars passed by...
She said: All those....who keep count
be the next ones to die...
One, two, three, four, five, six..that'll do
the mother was terse.....
Are you mad... rabidly crazy...you want
to sleep in a hearse?
And the daughter.....who just turned five
sat back in her seat...
And she laughed, 'n she laughed at the
morose sight of the fleet......
And in a dialect of Spanish...... she had
never spoke before...
She asked her stunned mother, why the
hearses had back doors...
The mother taken back.... by this surreal
and morbid query...
Scolded her daughter.......and calling her
behavior bold, and eerie...
If you must know she said, its so the body
inside can be gently removed...
But this answer was not to the child's liking
No, no....it just wouldn't do...
For the girl had been taught by her mother
that Death wasn't cruel...
And because so, she had no fear.....of the
body or the counting rule...
You see, somewhere in her heart, she had a
Spirit to hold......
And it was the Spirit that told her.....how the
body was harmless...once it became a soul
And Upon Death...The Body Becomes Soul
And then the mother saw, what looked like a Dove
And there was a peaceful silence all the way home...
Frank James Ryan, Jr.
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