How Can You Rise Again.
Long leaded stained glass windows
Those souls of flickering crystals.
I saw the coffin trundle off towards the final flame
Drowned in my tears I waved goodbye
But tears were not enough to stop the awful burning....
And after all these years
How can you be re born from ashes
How can you rise again as skin and bones
Blood in your veins.
It cannot be...you’re gone
Like ancient Alexandria...to dust.
I shall not go to dust.
I shall not burn in hell
To find that it does not exist.
I will disintegrate by the worm
That slimy creature I am repelled to touch.
Perhaps my lips will be the first to go
My finger tips and finally my heart
Empty of life.
The streets of this great city that you loved
Belong no more to you.
New faces claim them
Only small hints of what was here
No ghosts of you in any way.
I walk between the mobile phones
Tuned into now.
There is no app for yesterday.
Kristine Byrne..sept 2013