When you take the soil,
do you grab a handful,
or just a bit?
Is your nose sluggish,
or has it been days since
you’ve cried and you
smell the petrichor?
Do you listen to the priest
offering prayers? Or do you
turn hollow and hear only
your heartbeat?
Do you mutter a message,
grant your final send-off?
When you let go, do you
unfurl your hand and let it
drop like a heavy weight
leaving your open palm?
Does it seep between your
fingers and out of your hand?
Or are you swift, silent, eager
to advance the procession?
Do you toss it, as if sending
a ship off to sea?
Do you believe the carcass
beneath that pine lid cherishes
your gesture? Or do you do this
for yourself, for solidarity with
those with you? Do you think
there’s a difference?
When you take the soil,
do you grab a handful,
or just a bit?
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Aren't I just a shining light in your day?!
Though it's not the most joyous subject, during emergencies, such as our current Coronavirus / COVID-19 insanity, it can be beneficial to explore our ideas and concepts and assumptions on death and mourning rituals.
If you liked this piece, check out my profile for older works, and follow me so you don't miss out on any new ones.
Photo, before my editing, by Kenneth Carpina from Pexels
©alektpoet
A