Cremated
She died on Sunday.
Now it’s Wednesday.
She’s already gone: cremated.
Ash is left. Is all.
Is she? Well,
Riddle, question, mystery:
Is she… is she…is she? We are
In tears. Tears little matter.
Tears little matter.
Disappeared and scattered;
Where? What sphere? Not here.
Cremated. The memor-
ial (who for?)
Is Friday.
Atoms shatter.
In these clatter-days of peacelessness,
The waters of belief, one’s faith
In ever-changing, never-dying form
Is of the essence.
Out of harm’s infernal ways
Is the essential matter.
Atheists say, “gone is gone”.
It’s thornier for faithful ones,
For faith is blind – like love.
Cremated, but above,
She is.
Cremated 10.24.2012/3.5.2013
Birth, Death & In Between I, II; Special People, Special Occasions; Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
For Marilyn