I passed a funeral procession yesterday on the way to the field. It was small, maybe only 10 people. Several of them carried the dead man on a plank of some sort. There was no coffin, but his face was surrounded with bright flowers. His face was red and bloated. Flies swarmed around it. The rest of the people followed behind. People were dressed normally. One boy played a single drum.

We sped by on our motorcycle. Traffic didn’t stop, I don’t even think it quieted down. It just drove around, as 10 people carried away their dead friend, in the open.

Could you call this a second line?

Posted on July 23rd, 2005 by Lee
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