:54:01
At dawn the flowers curtsied
sweet-scented
:54:12
By evening they lay crushed
under a storm of hail
:54:24
Small children played often
in the red glow of morning
:54:35
By evening they lay on the coffin
still and dead
:55:09
lt'll be a large procession,
father.
:55:12
Yes.
:55:22
The reverend will soon be here.
:55:25
Yes.
:55:31
We'll have to let them finish
:55:34
with their coffee-drinking
in there.
:55:36
Yes.