Vingt ouvriers
\nInvisibles, l\u00e0-haut, parmi les madriers,
\n\u00c0 coups de reins, \u00e0 coups de pieds,
\nSonnent et sonnent.<\/p>\n
Et sur les toits serr\u00e9s en tas,
\nTombent, bondissent et ricochent
\nLes glas,
\nEt par les trous des abat-sons,
\nS\u2019\u00e9parpillent les sons
\nEt se vident les poches
\nFormidables des cloches.<\/p>\n
Et passe,
\nPar la grand\u2019place,
\nL\u2019enterrement,
\nEt les chevaux du corbillard s\u2019effarent
\nAux chocs brutaux de la fanfare
\nQui bat le deuil, terriblement.<\/p>\n
Et les comm\u00e8res se chamaillent,
\nL\u00e0-bas, sous un auvent de bois,
\nEt recomptent, sur leurs vieux doigts,
\nCe qu\u2019ont co\u00fbt\u00e9 ces fun\u00e9railles.
\nEt les enfants, au sortir de l\u2019\u00e9cole,
\nRompent soudain leurs jeux
\nEt regardent, de tous leurs yeux,
\nLa bouche ouverte, et sans parole ;
\nEt les lourds camions aux carrefours s\u2019arr\u00eatent ;
\nEt ceux du tir \u00e0 l\u2019arbal\u00e8te
\nSont accourus du fond de leur enclos,
\nEt par d\u00e9cence ou par scrupule,
\nIls dissimulent
\nLeur pipe ardente et allum\u00e9e,
\nDont on voit la douce fum\u00e9e
\nMonter de derri\u00e8re leur dos.<\/p>\n
Et le fun\u00e8bre et compact d\u00e9fil\u00e9
\nLonge \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent le quai de la Ferblanterie,
\nAvec ses bedeaux gras et ses pr\u00eatres r\u00e2bl\u00e9s,
\nEt le mouvant amas des confr\u00e9ries.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019on dirait vraiment qu\u2019ils transportent
\nToute une montagne de deuil,
\nQuand passe, au long des portes,
\nLe mort tass\u00e9 dans son cercueil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[561],"poems-book":[695],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15358","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-les-villes-a-pignons","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n