We must compose poems
betwixt
burial and cremation
WHICH AND WHY
The body once dead
is gone for ever ...
none has come back ever
and
shall never
Save land for those who still live
place photographs at home
of those since gone
the third generation
won't know
who was who...
Cremate electronically
with speed
save wood for forests and greenery
No one will come back
this we all must remember
the gone ones will never know either
who was who
now no more
Comments
I am willed to be cremated
However, if I had my choice (which I realize I don’t) I’d walk into some forest somewhere and just lie down to die. Let the animals pick my bones clean let me decompose and become the earth. It’s an impossible dream so I’ll burn like my heathen Viking ancestors.
Tim
you are pragmatic one
many love to be followers
great poet
Born Now Gone
Hi, Lovedly,
Wise words. I join you in your thoughts.
Thank you!
Lav
To understand my mind
one needs poets of your kind
tnx
Lav