Ashes Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Our tongue will turn to ashes
Our eyes
and their visions will turn to ashes
Our scars,
fats,
muscles,
lipids,
Body flaws
Imperfections
will turn to ashes

Cremated
Or through natural decay
Flesh
Bones
Dreams
Will turn to ashes

But I guess
We can still feel
The pain
Even when the physical body
Turns to ashes

As what some tales and stories tale
Souls languishing
Souls suffering

Souls needing help
Souls needing justice

Souls enjoying
Souls flying in bliss…


But our words when
Carefully and wonderfully woven
Will stay
Till eternity
Even when all material traces of our existence
Turn to ashes
Poets gone
some poems remain
Writers gone
some stories remain