Fireflies are the sun's cremains
as it sinks beneath a bed of sunflowers,
your intimate shadow dissolving
in the mosaic of patterned disks,
lifted away -in shreds- by the wind.
By Izunna Okafor
Beyond the shrubs of Sahara
Lifted a munt of brainy bond
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts
Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges
Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land
A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world
Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed
The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers
The cremains of his eagle eyes
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land
He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.
© Izunna Okafor, 2019.
Grave Site
By the grave I saw the rest
There was no life left
Dead in the flesh no pulse left
God took back His breath
Ah, distinctly I was entombing
It threw its ghost against the remnants
The explosive earth ending
Instilled and stilled no life left
Crave I the smelly, sepulchral shoring
Alas, tho! how is it that I may smell the stank
For I am dead you know nothing left smells rank
Grave site - tormentor of my dreams
Just what does it mean?
Deep into that darkness lying
Deep into that darkness crying
Take thy landfill from out my heart
I felt compelled to sniff the cremains
I awoke and flung the spill
What about dead remains
I heard a happy, filling burrowing
Much I marveled the bad hearse
Next to me a fresh bod clawing
Dead is the also the night nurse
4/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Requiescat for Joe D
Written: by Tom Wright
4/21/2018
Though he lies reposed somewhere in a Texas field,
The anxiety, and hurt he tendered, can’t be concealed.
He made no effort to link with family or to appease,
Now his scattered cremains obey each Texas breeze.
For thirty years his whereabouts remained unknown,
And when the end came for him, he chose to die alone.
His power of attorney nixed my request for Joe’s remains,
I wasn’t seeking anything else, just him, to ease our pains.
I’ve two questions, which I’ll never have an answer,
Both periodically eat at me just like a form of cancer.
Did he exit life, toward family, heart harboring hate?
Did he make his peace with God before it was too late?
Joe served 4 tours in Viet Nam and maybe this was the problem.
Tom
i start awake from acrid dreams
as all my senses meld to one
i taste the bitter ashen air
cremains of lifetimes
torn asunder...licked by
the devil's sharp tongue
too hot to touch
too painful to see
through tears of disbelief
this nightmare reality
spits and Snaps and SCREAMS
ALL AROUND NOW - DEAR GOD!
WHY HATH THOU FORS....chosen me
........to save?
Rising Beyond
by Odin Roark
Sadness shackled his heart
Dry eyes did forever weep
Pain knowing no release
Death seducing reason
How often he had tried
The purge of wounded breath
Remaining dormant
In lungs long exhausted
His voice inhabited silence
His spirit roamed homeless
Days came and went
Without sunrise or sunset
This day he did climb
Through conifer and juniper
Traversing granite cracks
As voices of the wind bade summons
Atop an airless summit
He did stand
Nature’s cardinal points
They did beckon
The west
Held cloud mixed sunshine
The east
Did lightning strike
From north and south
Did arched rainbow appear
From his pocket he did draw
Silver vessel forged ancestral
Its contents of ash expectant
His grieving fingers unsteady
Ghostly cremains rose skyward
Cherished spirit did soar
Lightning’s echo vented quiet
Airless summit found chorus
She was free
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