After the funeral

ash as grey as answers …

the headlights arrive at night

our fire brings them in

strangely we answer their questions

we still don’t know who they are

death endorses questions

“what is THAT?” they ask

the fire roars in triumph

all you can hear is fire

lights back on and leave

and in the morning

ash as grey as answers

are stolen

this time by the wind

Poetry

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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