Poems in Progress: A Modern Funeral

It didn’t even have the courtesy
To rain, and a lack of humidity
Left the sky crystal clear: a real beach day.
Gathered on a grass mound was a handful
Of people who stood uncomfortably,
Not really curious–fearful, perhaps,
About what might come next. Stated plainly
In the news that morning, most passed over,
But there had been arguments in the years
Preceding. Things were going to change,
That was agreed, but whether for the worse
Or not drove the debate. It was the end,
Some proclaimed. Good riddance, argued others.
Most didn’t understand what the big deal
Was and just went about their business.
The small group moved closer to the concrete
Slab. “Abstraction” and the date was all it said.