if
i am
dead
why
do you linger
outside my tomb
slipping notes through
the crumbling gaps in the mortar
our wailing wall
reading my eulogy over and over
looking for holes in the story
to endeavor to forget
is the surest way to dwell
within the mausoleum
you always hated buffets
i see you packed a picnic lunch
so did i
a reuben with barbecue sauce
oh goodie
this place has a lovely clearing
near the scattering garden
where you spread the cremains of your life or lunch
upon outstretched blankets
bring a bottle of sacramental wine
we’ll make a day of it
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whens the book signin?
very good.
I’ll letcha know…
Ha. As one who tends to hang around cemeteries, I am especially happy those days are fewer & farther, and I’m finding I much prefer the beaches and parks these days. There’s a lot of freedom in letting the dead just be dead. Ghosts and angels and demons… they’re all the same, and all imaginary. Dead is dead.