Render Me Onto
By Gary Beaumier
When I am turned to ash
sprinkle me on the
back of a cormorant
that I make migrate to a warmer clime
Shake me salty
on robins eggs
blue as the sky
and see me come spring
Sift my grit between your fingers
and toss me skyward
into a gust of south wind
Dust me on each corner of
our home that I may stay with
you a little longer
As for my recalcitrant parts
the ones you found so difficult in me
give them to the sea
and task it with my softening
to take as an apology
for my living days
Rub a little on the back
of your brown horse
brown as your eyes
so we may ride
a trail to no particular place
Spread a little of me in the paddock
fence posts crooked
from winters heaving
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