Open Casket

I chose the open casket so it is my fault

Left to organise his funeral by myself

I wanted to do the brave thing and see my father

One last time before….

His cheeks were grey and sunken

Eyes sewn shut over empty sockets

Giving the head a skull

Shape that haunts me.

He still had a moustache

Which had been shaved severely

Into a Hitler piece.

I want to hurl.


Copyright B E Saunders

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