Ashes~by Paul F. Lenzi

 

 

Ashes

 

my ashes will be beautiful
colorless carrying none
of the pigments of pain
soft and light in their settle
the hard heavy burdens
consigned to sweet smoke
elemental and purified
illness released by the same
flames reducing black dead
living bones to a talcum
a soothing white powder
with all of the power of
peace come to rest in
repose of a plain cinerarium
home for the ages with
just enough room for a life