365 The Series: THE ACCURSED DIRGE

They sang it again today,
Tears streamed down faces,
The priest said the last prayers, while the widow was held from jumping down
They started to sing the dirge; toothless witches who had seen scores of decades
Others joined in as the funeral came to an end

The walk back home was a long and dusty one
Amidst laments and wails
The witches grinned ear to ear, who wouldn’t by the way?
They earned another decade of life for singing the accursed dirge at a wise man’s funeral.