Songs for When I Am Dead, My Dearest

When I am dead and ash, my love, 
keep me close or throw me away- 
do whatever your heart so  desires.
Sit on the dock of the bay and sing 
that favorite song of mine to the gulls.
Just remember I wasn’t made to
be planted under a hardy oak 
or buried under a manicured lawn
to see the green grass and the sky, 
feel the dewdrops, the graceful rain,
but only to love you, to hold you close.
I shall not feel the shadows, see the rain,
for I was the umbrella that kept you safe. 

Remember me when I have gone far away 
into the wail of that silent land where my hand
can only be sniffed through soul’s remembrance.
No need to tell me your plans— I dance and play 
with them every night, amongst all the good little 
boys and girls we lost.   

Remember, in the morning snuggle, in every eager kiss 
with that dear old beast of ours, I was forced to leave behind, 
exists my counsel and prayers. 

There is a bit of God in him, that  dog— hopefully enough
to keep the darkness and grief away.  So, howl with him  
to the sky. Keep that neck up high,proud,straight.              Rejoice knowing I’m joining the jubilee.