Don't Bury Me

Each to their own

I stood before an open grave

and questioned life's futility,

then as the dismal rain dripped down

I felt the heaped earth swallow me.

i heard my inner voice shout out,

"A furnace fire will suit me well,

don't bury me in cold, wet clay

an end like that would be pure hell.

I've no desire to feed the worms

or rot within a six foot plot.

I'd rather burn and leave a trail

of grey smoke from a chimney pot.

So when my ashes lose their heat,

just scatter them upon a bed

where fragrant roses bloom in June,

I'd much prefer this choice instead."

Reviews

[DIVYA]

It's all a matter of choice but I feel it hardly matters once one is gone. Now, of course, there are other things to consider, like space, pollution etcetera. In my country, graveyards are being reclaimed for want of commercial and residential space and burials might soon be discouraged. The Hindu way is to cremate, of course. I will be buried though. We have a family plot in the Christian graveyard and my space is reserved.
Thank you Chris, for this exquisitely written and thinking poem. ⚘

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you DIVYA. As I said each to his own, but what is important is that if we feel strongly about it, we make sure our last wishes are known.

Chris

[DIVYA]

I agree. That's what is important and of course the last thing we are asking from our near and dear.

You are most welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

I appreciate very much your reviews dear DIVYA.

[DIVYA]

My pleasure, dear Chris ❤

[Abdullah]

I got moved by the first stanza

[Stella Armour]

Oh me too, i have a dread of being buried and then waking up lol.

Also there are far too many graves with fallen stones and they look so sad :(

[Chris Shaw]

Couldn't agree with you more Stella. I don't like the dark (lol)

[LKBillips]

Oooh this was a good one. Dark and foreboding, yet with a reason. Not just words, but a choice to be made. Nice one indeed.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much. All about choices, and I have certainly made my known :)