cremated
with no funeral,
just prayers and a silent vigil
held
without the black and tweed
no one saw
nor heard him
leave
.
buried him
in ash, though brighter colors
would have suited
more
the dawn, dusk
foreign money
and royal cape plumbago
-- all scents and sights
he would have liked
had he lived
to see himself
as this
.
the disregard that people have
for dead,
our loved ones of the past
who merely may have wanted more
than ash remains
and grey head
stones
crammed
into a jar, placed within a room--
our love,
we thin it into dust

thank you.









mhmmm, i noticed that but didn't want to be like HAHA TYPO.




Beautifully, soulfully penned...Life is far too brief as it is...Well done, american pi...Love the subtle nuances of your screen name, too; it's a great song...Be well, Poet...


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