The Cremation


My hands glide over the bare skin,
Cool, slowly deteriorating,
Fading away,

Fascinating,
No one ever remarks on such a rarity,
The opportunity,
Nay,
The honor to act as a guide to the other world,

Strange how nobody discusses this,
Dances eloquently around such a grim subject,
So ugly,
And bleak,

Interesting,
Several cultures celebrate the dead,
Or have throughout the course of human existence,
Yet, people today shy away,
Allow it to consume their every waking moment,
However, this must be celebrated,
Acknowledged at the very least,
For there is nothing to fear about the natural order of life.

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