THE URN
When you burn them
Jon's ashes
Feel the heat
Let it scald you
Make your eyes run wet
Hard to breathe
When you shovel them up
Jon's ashes
Feel the weight
Like leaves, like sod
Like the weight of
A quarter of a century
Make you ache for days
When we toss them
Jon's ashes
Breathe them in
Hot and burning
Into your lungs
Jon's ashes
Make them part of you
Hard to inhale
Hard to exhale
Frozen by the results
Of that fire, that oven
When you throw them into water
Jon's ashes
Jump straight in
Hold your breath in
Jon's ashes
Feel the cold of death
The suspension of weight
The feeling of being
Swept away somewhere else
When you place them in the urn
Jon's ashes
Sealing away the sight
The smell the texture of
Jon's ashes
When you pick them up
Jon's ashes
Let them slide away
Your fingers part
He slides away
Jon's ashes.
No comments:
Post a Comment