Those disembodied remnants, <br />Earthly remains of unknown souls, <br />are now assembled at my doorstep. <br />Having piqued my attention, <br />who are these unwelcome houseguests? <br />Loved ones or Nordic heroes <br />who were consumed in funeral pyres? <br />How old are these molecules <br />that have been forever scattered <br />during these past centuries? <br />Unwanted leftovers of human containers, <br />eaten by microscopic mites, <br />nibble at my presence <br />and wait for my spirit to dry up. <br />The dust calls for my fated demise; <br />However, my particles won’t be intermingled. <br />My segregated ashes have earned me my own space <br />in the cemetery’s manicured ground. <br />Thus, no one has to clean up after me. <br /> <br />Learn more about me and my poetry at: <br />www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513<br /><br />Joseph James Breunig 3rd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-font-color-000000-dust-font-b/
