Pondering the violence of cremation,
One must concede it is a posthumous
Act. the composite, body/soul creation
Has been halved, inanimate matter, thus
Readied for the fire chamber. separation
Sends off the immortal, speaking without mouth,
Its particular judgement determined at death,
To the Beatific Vision, its celebration.
The purification is not free of pain,
A preparation for newness of state,
A purgation of all hindering stain.
This same bodiless person: a new slate
Of sorts, a spotless soul seeking to gain,
A glorified body forever free of hate.
Gary Edward Geraci