Funeral Suit

Dug out of the closet,
his weddings and funerals suit,
acquired at fifty-five,
for the next three decades
was only worn on
those specific occasions.
In his declining years,
wakes and burials alone saw
him so properly attired.

Shrunken into a stoop,
trouser cuffs were taken up.
Despite the poor fit,
he put on that suit for every
committal save one.
Reduced to protruding bone,
for that final ceremony,
in its baggy folds, another’s
hands dressed him.

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