Legacy
I'm a committed claustrophobicSo burial is out, or should it be in?
I've signed up to being cremated
Though I do blister easily.
Black charcoal humour again,
Sorry folks, just musing, just
Thinking out loud while I can still
Think... think I'll be greener as ashes,
Poured into a stream somewhere,
Mustn't be too ambitious,
A little Ganges will suffice,
Some fragments will sink,
Some will float, grey matter,
And a bit of coffin carbon,
A little boat, an ark,
Sailing down a gurgling
Baby brook to a river,
To an estuary, to the sea.
Back to the marine mother!
But hang on... I can't swim;
Please may I change my will?
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-05-09 at 18:57
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