This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Timer
Gold survives the fire that's hot enough
to make you ashes in a standard urn.
An envelope of coarse official buff
contains your wedding ring which wouldn't burn.
Dad told me I'd to tell them at St. James's
that the ring should go in the incinerator.
That 'eternity' inscribed with both their names is
his surety that they'd be together, 'later'.
...
to make you ashes in a standard urn.
An envelope of coarse official buff
contains your wedding ring which wouldn't burn.
Dad told me I'd to tell them at St. James's
that the ring should go in the incinerator.
That 'eternity' inscribed with both their names is
his surety that they'd be together, 'later'.
...
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