Rural Ceremony

rural ceremonial open casket his face was covered in a silk cloth I removed it he looked grumpy this was not the outcome he had wanted I replaced the cloth sat down thinking if it moved it meant he was breathing a ghastly mistake I concentrated hard, but I´m not Jesus can not decide between life and death my faith was not strong enough. I looked at the mourners; they had the expressions of deep sorrow although some looked at their wristwatches they had other things to do like taken the cows in for milking at five o´clock. Cattle wait for no one the padre came he had gravy spots on his white robe I thought here is a man in need of a housekeeper. The padre nearsighted blessed everyone we watched as the casket was lowered into the ground an ocean of flowers why was I here I didn´t know was asked to go to make up the crowd of mourners. I shook hands with many and murmured words of comfort in times like this words are not needed. Profoundly dismayed I drove home wondering what life was for, the dog was waiting it was hungry, and no walks today a program on TV I want to see.