Crematorium Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Crematorium
When I be dead me dearest
turn me bone to ash.
Bank up ye heat... stoke furnace
throw me dust out with ye trash.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
No turns, straight ahead. A humbly comment: trash is not a place to end, there´s so many romantic places in this world. Nice poem, Laura
Wow right to the point, no beating around the bush.I love it not all great poems have to be epics.Juan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 2:22:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the contrast here is between the shortness of the poem and the awesome terrifying content. to contain such horrifying destiny in two couplets is great art. the contrast between the silence of death and noises of the furnace.great poem /short and effective