Tomorrow we commit your body to the fire

Where it now must go

We are mortal

Our bones have other commitments

Cremation is our final act

Seeing you released from form

A body you no longer wear

Free to be the star that fell just before dawn

The odd balance of weight and wonder.

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Charged as I am to see you off

My unenthusiastic feet will lumber there I know

But not without a cost

Stretched in two directions

A cracked- pot- literally.

Like one of your pots sent into the fire- we go

You do not go alone, it’s not possible.