Ignition

Splutter
Stall
Procrastinate

Each today
It's not too late

Your January Burial

Momentum's urgency
brings you and your kin
down the snow road
so slowly.

Sun shines
on black limo and yellow diggers alike
struggling
going nowhere in soft white
so quickly.

Camaraderie falls
from pine trees
as workies, minister, mourners and drivers
pull together flasks of tea and chatter
pushing the muckle black beasts
and tiny tinny two-doors
back up the hill
leaving you behind
so finally.