Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust April 24, 2008
Posted by praebeoverbum in praebeoverbum.add a comment
If I’m going to be ashes in a decade or so, I’d hope to bethe ashes that reside in the middle of the pile. I hope that when they put me in those big iron jaws that will surely gobble up my image, reducing me to a scant pile of biodegradable mass, I do hope that they won’t pu tme on the top of the pile. On the top of the pile, you see, my ashes could be swept away by the gales of time, or even drift off on the winds of change. I’d also hope that my loved ones would have enough sense NOT to put me on the bottom of the pile. The bottom of any pile is usually warm, dark, and heavy – none of things I am partial to. If i am to be ashes in a decade or so I would hoped to be put in the middle of the pile. There my ashes migh mingle with everyone else’s so that death, in it’s intirity, might not seem so lonley.
Ashes to Ashes April 24, 2008
Posted by brittlejones in BrittleJones.1 comment so far
If I am going to be ashes,
Careful of my hair.
Do not run your fingers through my soot and tangle them in my locks.
If I am going to be burnt to a crisp, incinerated at hundreds of degrees,
Take care not to lose a piece of me.
Do not shake my body or lean too closely, your breath or the wind blowing the lobe of my ear into the atmosphere.
If I am going to be ashes,
Do not try to figure out who I am.
Do not allow your children to dissect my hip from my arm or make their fingers black from pieces of my skin.
If I am going to be made into dirt,
Remember when I was created in Genesis,
But do not put me back on the ground.
Do not count my ribs.
Read to me sometimes.
But do not confuse my ears with my nose or my heart with my brain.
And do not ask me to turn the page.
DFA Writes 