CREMAINS

don't think about what
is ruined and lost.
think about the wind.
how it carries rose and pine
and underneath, death
and under that, the smell of mourning,
of contempt and relief.
embraces. forgiveness.
how i would love to wrap
them in contempt, pine and rose.
no.
live in details.
listen.
the sound of impatience and awe
and a voice...
someone's here
inside the realm of the senses.
rustling. stiff.
smells of incense, of piety
holier than thou.

crumbled host. inexpensive wine.
his body. his blood.
it's all ashes.
forget the big picture.
concentrate on the details.
forget meaning.
don't think about why.
nothing to do with the remains of
my life bid burn it all.
burn the details.
it burns like anything else.
horror. disgust. pity.
no, think small.
don't think, don't care.
wet wind, freezing
on my cheeks.
take life by the inch.
forget the long mile.
evens the odds a bit.