Saturday, November 16, 2019

handle with care

do not incinerate
my remains into useless ash
or mix my skeleton
with the endless fog of layered
earth upon earth
clean my bones with reverence
dust them
shine them like the fine china
families pass down
generation to generation
and then gently use my bones
to drum out 
a rhythm only the sea and sky
could comprehend 

*Published by Poetry Super Highway (Poet of the Week: November 18 - 24, 2019)