In Cremation
My wish is to return to that old place
The calm and clear and crimson countryside
Where my father and grandfather and I
Placed seeds inside the ground that grew to God
The day my heart decides to ever sleep
And become something silent without sound
Kiss me with fingertips that close my eyes
And place me in the bed of flame and fire
Before my seasonings are spread to earth
Wait 'til the sun has half-way scorched the sky
Carry my weight upon a pale white horse
While riding swift as if to chase the past
And with thy hand throw pieces of my soul
Unto the air and let me fall to soil
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