ColumbariumYou haven't been the first
to speak of heaven's purse,
redeemed from Eden's curse.
You only make it worse.
If this is how it ends,
I doubt that fate depends
on any god who lends
his name to ending ends.
We come from flesh and lust.
When bodies go to dust,
all minds desist, I trust,
as all things end, they must.
I feel like ancient glass.
All cracked, I sigh alas,
my fragments in the grass,
these memories held fast.Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com
