Crematorium

Standing beside a river
Beside moon-speckled water

There was wind in my face
When I saw you dispersed.

Such that when the ash settles
You’re everywhere.

Where a child runs in the grass,
Where we sat in the forest,
Reminiscing in the wet silence,

Where storm-clouds collide
And streaks of lightning
Reflect in the endless patchy water.

Where the boatman stands alone
On a crazy, tousled night.

Flames waft into the air now
Smoke flickers in a dream-moon

Words submerge in jackal howls
And a trained death-cry fills the air.