Funeral

I watch you
laid in the ground
your skin mottled
and your cheeks
hollowed
and I remember your
intelligence
(and your anger)
fierce, sharp,
your obscure humour-
a difficult man
says your eldest,
while the younger
hides her eyes;
you are no longer
suffering
or perhaps you are
but we no longer
have to bear it
with you
and that is a
kind of freedom
too.