Slabs of concrete

Head stones, tombs

And mausoleums

All laid out 

On pieces of ground

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I can’t cease

To remember you

My Dad

Amidst this throng

When your body 

Was lowered in a casket

In a gaping hole

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What will happen

To my loving father

Whose body was stilled

At a ripe old age

And is gone forever?

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Now he’ll be fodder for worms

He’ll lay outside

In the elements

And rot

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What a way

To have to imagine a loved one

Wouldn’t it be better

To have him embalmed

Like the Pharaohs

To be visible for eternity?

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I still feel queasy

About his eventual end

Although I realize

That the body is nothing

More than dirt

To be dirt again

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Yes, our bodies eventually

Will have to return

To the earth

In some form

Even if it’s cremated

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