A Burial Options

[Guest_Ishmael_*]

They shift beneath the fringes of his attention – 
the witness things umbrella’d; the catatonic sky;
the traffic, bleary and hissing; a yawn – 
and study the soil.
		             Hands are pocketed to feel

for a crumpled ticket. Still in the ears,
and stares, of the customers black 
there loiters a certain summoning:
The Butcher’s Boy - 
                               “Number 26?”           his voice a cathedral of chalk.

The rain does what it can to fill the air,
and other holes that fathers seem to fit,
but never satisfy. The priest is done
and atop the muddy water
                                        a Lord, a Thou and a Loveth float.

[JustDaniel]

I've been away a long time, Ishmael, so you've arrived in my absence, and I have no previous experience with your writing, so please forgive my jumping in with the others.

One suggestion that I have is that you include the TITLE within the body of your posting. It MAY help us to focus on your message more easily... rather than being buried in your disconnected images.

                                     Burial

They shift beneath the fringes of his attention – 
the[y?] witness things umbrella’d; the catatonic sky;
the traffic, bleary and hissing; a yawn – 
and study the soil.
		             Hands are pocketed to feel
                          Pocketed hands feel

for a crumpled ticket. Still in the ears,
and stares, of the customers['] black 
there loiters a certain summoning:
The Butcher’s Boy - 
                               “Number 26?”           his voice a cathedral of chalk.

The rain does what it can to fill the air (,)
and other holes that fathers seem to fit,
but never satisfy. The priest is done[,]
and atop the muddy water
                                        a Lord, a Thou and a Loveth float.
                                        a 'Lord', a 'Thou' and a 'Loveth' float. 

sLightly in the dark, but trying to see, Daniel