Crematorium
By onemorething
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I imagine they swept you into a pile
of grey, neat, with a brush
especially designed for soul sweeping,
an ash heap of charred genes, narrative
and lies, burnt beyond chance of reconstruction;
recognisable elements irreversibly changed,
the sacrifices, the martyrs and then you,
darkness risen as smoke - I feigned a cough,
but better than the ground; gorbed by earth,
gripped and twined and kept by roots,
in decomposition you could live on
leaching your black industry
into channels of sand and clay.
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but better than the ground;
but better than the ground; gorbed by earth,
gripped and twined and kept by roots,
in decomposition you could live on
leaching your black industry
into channels of sand and clay.
Wonderfully black lines. Have I already said it would be great to hear you read something for our IP? If so, apologies and if not, please do!
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"soul sweeping"
"soul sweeping"
"darkness risen as smoke"
"gripped and twined and kept by roots"
"leaching your black industry/into channels of sand and clay"
so many brilliant lines! Please put this on soundcloud!
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You paint a picture of us
You paint a picture of us returning to the earth, becoming part of the cycle of life and death. It reminded me of when I buried my dad's ashes beneath his favourite tree in woods at the bottom of the garden. The rhythm of life is something that some find dark, but it's a natural process recurring constantly.
Hope you didn't mind my take on your poem. I thought your poem was an honest piece.
Jenny.
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