Pyre

by sibyllene   Oct 11, 2010


When I die
I want my body burned.

Not in an oven like Gretel's witch,
but in the open,

on a pallet thrust onto a wave
so I can go like celebration,
like an inferno of life in death

crumbling into ash to be swallowed in bubbles by trout-
burning into dust to powder the faces of deer-
wafting into snow to speckle the branches of trees,
and cover their new sprouting leaves.

I want my body to trick its way
into every nook and crevice, to
infuse the flesh of the living,
who will choke on me and cry me out and
take me
piece by piece
into their blood.

I want my life in every life, and
I want my soul to rise like fireworks for
the breathing hordes to watch, as
I make my way towards the sun.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Nah man,you got me hooked on everything..

    friendship,life,tidals..you rock them all kid
    it ain't even fair.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck

    Lol, this is quite the statement!

    I agree on all you say, it is a splendid way to leave your mark on all you left behind:)

    I want my life in every life, and
    [for] my soul to rise like fireworks for
    the breathing hordes to watch, as
    I make my way towards the sun.

    ^^
    A little less "I"and still the same impact.

    Beautiful work:)

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 7 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Nice!

  • 7 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I love this poem. I love all of your poems.

    "I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." - Jack London

  • 7 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Yes! Yes! Yes!

    Me, Too...................................
    Bravo.