For a lonely moment the trumpets sound,
White petals fall like feathers to the ground,
A flag is masted and lowered half above,
With softly whispered words of life death and love,
A beech-wood coffin filled with this soul,
Containing the body of a vessel once whole,
Committed back to the Earth below,
The Angels deployed and waiting to go,
To take the shell to the heavenly gate beyond,
Where sit the souls of countless others,
Where now, they do belong.
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