02-02-2016, 08:21 AM
(02-01-2016, 06:54 AM)Tiger the Lion Wrote: Not sure what to do with this. It came out raw.
Will and Testament
Dad never wanted
to be cremated.
Just don’t burn me, he’d say.
The facts were he was dead
and never planned anything. This captures quite a lot. I like how it implies, but never directly states, that the N cremated him. I like the slight, but not overwhelming, tickle of guilt that underlies the practical accusation that, well, it's his fault, anyway.
My ex wants to be put in a wall.
I don’t know the details
but I’m sure my daughter is good for it.
Me?
I think I’d like to be a tree.
But I was thinking of you, Leslie,
while driving past Lake Gibson
this frozen Sunday
after a night of contrived forgetting;
I was thinking of you.
No one asks to have their limbs encased
in a concrete block
and their torso
encased in another.
No one plans for that. These two stanzas pose a problem that you already know about -- they are interesting, but the reference is a bit exotic; I assumed it personal, until I read ellajam's comment, then I looked it up, but it still means nothing to me because it was an act of violence without historical significance that was never a news story where I live, so it might as well be a purely personal reference. Which can be fine for a primarily personal poem.
There are days when we die
by varying degrees
and that day was one.
None of us knows what to do next.

