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ASHES
by Eric Lee Baker
(1995)
i can
feel your ashes
adrift in the wind
your bones burnt bright
against the black of it all
When i
am cold
you are inside of me
your silence (like fluid)
pulsing through my veins
It is
only your blood
only your spirit
that can assemble my flesh
and join the shards of my skin
how this
frantic maze
that is me -
needs you
- within..
This poem of Erics' was used at the Candlelight Memorial service and printed in the last paper which his columns appeared in just after his death....... |