Waffle and Writings! for Sunday, March 15, 2009

Ashes to dust … Enclosed in a metal box You are still Dust at the bottom Of a cupboard They put you in. Reminiscent of ashes From another era Human bones scattered on Now sacred soil in Europe. Only they did not choose, And you did. Why you did. I will never know. Did they tell you? It is cheaper and neater To be so disposed. They tell me You didn’t want a rock Over your head When you were dead Or to be Buried in the soil’s embrace. I wonder what you would say Now with no resting place Marked to... Sign in to see full entry.