They get big funerals,
As from the sky
Could seem a snail's trail.

Many have been arranged,
Sometimes who was going
To be there, before

They were even thought of.
Funerals that ran up
The Boulevard from its

Supine arteries,where
The vampire enters
Forever the entourage

In the land of shades.
Who follow, who need
Blood on their lips to speak

The sacred text with
Who's in & who's out
At the funeral parade.

Where anybody who's
Anybody was there,
That's what the big ones get.

Invitations to be in at the end.
A hand out, a share of funeral
Ground cost dead, price lived.

Gift of Tongues