Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Coming to Pass By: Harrison Chiu

Coming to Pass
By: Harrison Chiu

When I come to pass,
I wish for flowers
To be borne upon my death
Fresh buds pushing through
The worn earth
Life coming on passed life
Old life replaced by new life
The gentle slope of an arching stem
Leaning upon the hard edges of tombstones
Unfurling crimson petals
Affronting black handkerchiefs
And when petals fade
And final memories flutter, drop
Even my wish shall fade to dust
And all shall come to pass

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