1741

1741 Small flat disc with the numbers Stamped on Next to a pink slip with with your name Written on Next to mine Next to me But I had to leave Tears well in the white hallway Under construction, sad face Didn’t think it would leave me Feeling so empty So drained In 8 days time they’ll call me In 10 days I’ll pick up, your body No longer, your bones and your ashes Sealed in an urn Forever a marker What to make of this ritual Disposing of the flesh Before it does it of itself Escaping the decay with a forceful flame Taking what’s left, What does remain? Memories that stick Like a thorn Like maple syrup Painful and sappy