Eleven Epitaphs Poem by Sonny Rainshine

I.
I did not die alone:
with me went my joy, my love,
my sadness, my pain.

II.
Come lie with me;
the chill here is hungry-no voracious-
for your living warmth.

III.
Unbury this mirror.

IV.
Here among roots and earth
death is enshrined by living things.

V.
Do not seek here my remains;
ransack your memories of me;
unearth any kindness I left
back there among you.

VI.
Behold me and live
your life!

VII.
Like a rose
in autumn, I close
my petals
and repose.

VIII.
Death:
merely a spoke in the wheel.

IX.
They told me life was not a bed of rose,
but now I'm deposited under one.

X.
You ask me if I envy you: Envy and such is for the living.

XI.
Dark journey,
black veil;
the dead sleep,
the living wail.