Thoughts After a Funeral

The Flame

Today I viewed a Friend of MIne
Her spirit gone
Shell Left behind

I observed in state she lay
Concrete walls
Within she’ll stay

Sealed airtight, safe and alone
That fragile shell
Of Skin and None

When Pluto makes his call for me
I ask you please
Don’t bury me

Don’t cover me with clay and stone
Free my atoms
From this fleshy home

I ask for fire that consumes the flesh
I have no desire
For a natural rest

Prometheus will dine on me
And spread my ash
On air land and ea

My molecules and atoms swarm
On sooty plume
Of air so warm
Mariah acts now as my guide
Eagles soar
Now at my side

Freed then from the bonds of birth
My atoms will
Encircle earth

The air you breathe, the clouds you see
Shall all
Bear molecules of me

So give me fire to cleanse this shell
The flame of heaven
Not that of hell

And everything that you can see
Will be a bit
Of the soul of me