bury me

in the prettiest house
sentiment the tomb
nostalgia the floor
memory paint the walls
your gift the art that book this broken vase
I will have eternity
to wonder just
what was the significance
of these things
but never visit me
never leave flowers
over rotting fruits
leave the mausoleum
to decay in peace
I will do enough
memento mori for two
in fact as you seal me in
why not leave a match
a can of fuel?

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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