SCATTER

And so it came to pass again, that

You were laid to rest on a cool but

Sunny Monday afternoon in the

Breast of Thornhill’s gaze.

As we made for Ilex and it’s verdant

Pasture of uncut and long fronds of

Life and death, we are led to your

Final resting place, the place picked

Not by us, but by you and your new world I sense.

The witness, standing, bowed head, offset

By his red stranded collars, awaits us, following

His instructions on what we do.

The bronze cocoon, your last piece of

Earthly presence now holds you mortal.

I step forward and scatter your life and death

To its desperate conclusion.

On the soils of Ilex in front of the bowed Yew

Watched over, by two solitary roses and the pinkened

Angel who now accompany you for a time.

Lastly you rest with your husband’s hand

As he finishes the rite to you.

I recite that poem again and father’s hat

Dismounts his oldened head but strengthened mind.

You now rest, a greyish glow on the grass of Gaia,

Mother Earth.

Soon, I am told you will be at one again

With the soul of her, as she washes you down

Into her keeping, and another will arrive

And take your place.

This place now resounds to a tuned

Link to the realms of higher life, of which

You are now a part.

February 26th, 2002