Gabriel's Horn

by C Ross

of grief.

  An end to suffering

  but a bleeding wound to those you leave behind.

  Flesh Life

  Bury me under a tree,

  So I may be free from fake tears

  and let the sun burn clean my melancholy

  Cast my ashes upon the sea,

  So I may care for nothing

  and nothing to care for me.

  Drop me in a tomb,

  Let me be forgotten

  and my name fade into dust.

  Six Foot Slumber

  A gravestone is the desperate scratch marks of a man dragged tooth and nail by the Reaper.

  Remember me, he begs.

  Dates, beginning and end

  and quotes said by better men.

  The ether takes all, your pattern is not long nor honoured in this world. So set out your ripples in the stream and be content.

  What is that I hear from the crowd? Is Life overrated?

  Why wouldn’t it be, it is all we’ve ever had.