i don’t do
funerals
i don’t
commiserate
life is
negative enough
without
rolling about
in the pain

instead
i celebrate
the soul
not the husk
being interred

i have seen
the light leave
the eyes of friends
of loved ones
heard
the death rattle
the long
exhalation

sat in the room
as the reaper
attended

energy
can neither be
created
nor destroyed
so life doesn’t truly
begin or end
it is consciousness
we witness
grow then fade

we all
come from dust
and sparkling
cosmic rays
so why
mourn them
returning
home