Mourners come from afar

Men marched with bagpipes down crowded streets

Crows groan haunting caws

Grey skies covered the monolith buildings of New York

The papers read

"He is dead. He is dead."

Nothing more was needed to be said

Each friend and each lover

Came to pay their respect

Passing in

And passing out

His casket could not be opened

Because death from a broken heart

Is the most gruesome death of all

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.23.11:15:55@130BklynNYC