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I am as lucky for a funeral As a sweep[?] is at a wedding With his red eyes, burnt smell, and fur brushed He brings his bridal lace with its soil and smirching Thus to my work night whites[?] The cracks in my dusted boots My overall trousers of flour-stiffened linen Hands[?] of your black ties and pressed morning suits Although I am not by your side Not as anyone photograph mud Or that rawest absence Dawn delivered to this hotel As my shoulder looked bold in my gentleman's dozen[?] It was all week, the neighbors came with baked stuffs Up the saddest path to your door Wanting to bring something sweet and light To where nothing can be so anymore And now I sleep on sacks washed soft While you get time with the cold grave over Or the stair with the core of that terrible oven Take tea and funeral cakes together Sobered girls and black-and-white replenished[?] plates Fresh and cool with cups with warmth[?] As if tomorrow, like live yeast, could rise and prove I say such crumbs do no [?] And nights while I work and you grieve Sudden hunger for the heel of a new loaf White dawn surprise of appetite Will have you tear a lump of goodness off Sooner, later, a new wind will lift Though many daily loaves from this dark hour Let go, fling, feel the ashes sift 'Round your footsteps, like spilled flour