Best Urning Poems

Urning A Living

Mary lives in a concrete urn of gray
Center stage in the red kitchen
Her husband stays at home next to her
They do not do dishes or anything any more
He too has an urn situated there along the floor
They adore each other
Mary pops her head...

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Urnestly, I search for words
buried beneath the veneer.
The rite way to ashes and grief.
Contained in a purple jar,
her only tear— a hoarder's memory.

Death makes no sense, the
bed relied upon— a cramped space
in the dark, not at all
what I was expecting.

No marker with flowers.
Her jar’s become...

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