I don’t believe in burials,
outdated and morbid,
better to be free in the air,
to let your soul soar
through time than be in the ground,
cold, alone, aloof, who would want that;
yet if we still love each other
at the moment of passing,
I would want be safe with you,
let a future grave digger
find our bodies side by side,
holding hands
and perhaps your head resting
on my bony shoulders.
Ian D. Hall 2017