Labelling

I've got back through sometime in Fall of 2005 labelled. Reading some of the posts from last winter was difficult. Somehow I thought Grandma had died in February, but, no it was March. *sighs* I was thinking about her as I drove back from IF today.

form locked, coffin-bound
laid out under frozen earth
rotting inch by inch

when my body dies
burn it into ashes, dust
scattered in the wood

let fire consume them
—the wounds of age and pain—
leaving ash behind