over the hole at the CROWN hill Cemetary for Etheridge KNIGHT ; a great poet /dear friend

• fLOWERS /glads carnatioins / so soft that no one could hear the coffin as it is lowered into the hole / WE KNEEW HE WAS GONE /FOR NOW / HIS SPIRIT LINGERS CLOSE / HIS PERSONALITY SINGS IN EACH OF US WHO KNEW HIM / WE ARE HIM /HE IS US / tHE BOX / THINLY COVERED WITH A LAyers of flowers / On the program /a picture of E.K. IN HIS aFRICAN HAT ..wHERE IS THE pOET / AND A GOING HOME POEM / A GIFT / THIS FUNERAL IS A GIFT FROM THE FAMILY / A FINAL GIFT FROM the KNIGHT FAMILY / tAKE SOME FLOWERS /THEY SAY / A TOKEN / OUR LOVE /OUR BROTHER /THANK-YOU N

  OTES WERE GIVEN / AND THE PAPER FANS /