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Incineration

Suzanne Edgar

Oct 01 2013

1 mins

 

Incineration

 

I reckon they’ll be sorry,

historians and poets,

the archeologists.

They won’t know about our lives:

 

what we ate, how we walked,

our illnesses and why we died.

We won’t be down below,

or not in numbers to supply

 

a statistician’s set.

When people went to earth

they could always be exhumed,

their fragile bones read.

 

Burning human bodies

to throw the ashes away

with treasured rings and things

leaves puzzles unresolved

 

by those who follow on.

No bog men’s jaws for them

if relics are shovelled off

to ovens where fires are lit.

 

Suzanne Edgar
 

 

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