Autumn is the season he decided to die
Mother couldn’t chose the coffin for him
So we waited till winter
When the time arrived, we chose the coffin he could have wanted
I carried the marble coffin through the forest and lowered into the ground
I was regretful of the coffin that was chosen for him
He din’t like fancy objects
That coffin was too lavish
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(he 'decided' to die)?
this is a disturbing line,
from what appears to be a heartfelt dedication, wonderfully worded
thanks for sharing...
reminded me of Seamus Heaney's heart wrenching poem 'Mid-Term Break'
and that legendary last line:
'A four-foot box, a foot for every year.'
( https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57041/mid-term-break )
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