Hour 9: Burial

Humans die, we all do
Then it’s time for burial
Returning from where
We came too

A body made of elements
Back to elements we go
The choice of how
Is already made for you

Some by fire
Burn away sins,
Only Ash
to remember you by

Some in water
Going with the
flow of life
Till the bitter end

A few through sky & air
Becoming food
To replenish the natural world
As it once did you

And many more still
Who are laid to rest
In the lap of Earth
And bidden goodbyes

But no matter what
Burial you recieve
You were here and you have lived
Death is just yet another beginning.

One thought on “Hour 9: Burial

  1. I like the cyclical nature of this. I also liked how you brought in all four elements in ways we might be taken out of this world. Ending with a beginning helps continue the cycle and I think it was a clever way to close the poem!

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