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It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,
When I think of cremation. To rot in the earth
Is a loathsome end, but to roar up in flame—besides, I am used to it,
I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life,
No wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.
We had a great joy of my body. Scatter the ashes.


Submitted by Holt

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 8 Feb 2012 8:44 PM | Viewed: 6558 times

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