a funeral passage

about the legs final form amid the hard bone

there lies the last thing,

           when the eye stops there is the red blast of a flower...

the hard place of water, river, stones thrown

          given away this choice of whether to be

or not, to see the final thing wrapped by a web of cloth turned round

the body

then placed all of it into its final house



who, who cries all, the bird of night

which splits the living from all the dead

who, when, cries the final leaving when the mind itself

has passed its final want or dope of reminiscence

as others watch the lowering,



all eyes all want to know which

cranial compartment, has heaven locked within ...

Reviews

[Emily B]

your art is uniquely you, and i'm so glad you share

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. an intensely poignant piece of poetry ... and profound too ... "dope of reminiscence" is an amazingly powerful expression ... indeed ... we wonder about who makes it to heaven ...