This scene is framed by light, shadow, and silks as the storyteller 'second-lines' to his recollection of a jazz funeral.
It was a Saturday funeral service
and the band was blaring from the church steps
I was on the main line of mourners
but I couldn't recall who died
all I could remember was the Second Line crying to the sky
I'll Fly Away
and the coffin being lifted as a boon
on white gloved pontoons
like clouds
like clouds
as the band boomed
Posts
