Cremation
CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also
He wants his bones
No more grown
To her, he groans…
Wants loss of bones
That is, Cremation!
He wants to lose
That precious body
No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll acquiesce
And lose her bones, his bones,
no moans
That is, Cremation!
His wife, instead
Enjoys their bed
She wants to visit
Him, without limit
Though gone, she’d like to see
His bones together, then
Underneath the green, no mind the weather
Please! No Cremation
Visiting him over the dark sky
Underneath that green bed
No one could ever emit a sigh
For, it is known, all others will tread.
Marriage ‘til death departed?
This gal won’t see him martyred
Her bones beside his bones
Or left to her, not his, moans.
He’d like to have sister’s no-bones
In with us! So-La! La!
Setting up a threesome
Ending that freesome.
No more, the Twosome!
About it, make no bones
Cremations don’t go like loans
Paid off, reverse no possibility
Done, there’s now no probability.
Gone, the bones to other energies
Try o try to find those synergies
Gone, is the dust forevermore,
Now - the ashes - you must store.
Gone, the body, evermore.
Ashes to ashes, so it is said
While here, be sure to enjoy your bed.
Cremation, Darnation!
(to be read loud + emphatically)
Carol Rae Bradford
March 2, 2006
9:00 am thru 10:00 am
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