In Life, As In Death   Behind the crematorium they toss unwanted wreaths. As local kids we piled them up, and liked to play beneath.   In Loving Memory became a place where girls would hide, hanging their hair with flowers that had only just arrived.   In Peace became a fortress that I once attacked with Always tied around my neck, Forever on my back.   I like to think God Broke My Heart was the scene of my first kiss. But it might have been Remembered, or even Deeply Missed.   We dug a pit and covered it…