Ephemera — Earth Villanelle

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every bed is rounded in the end
an urn that holds our ashes safe from harm
clay held in clay until with earth we blend

we all in dying find our loving friend
the urn that holds our ashes keeps them warm
and every bed is rounded in the end

we watch our body burn, our smoke ascend
our ash is gathered by the Earth’s round arm
clay held in clay until with earth we blend

no stone to shatter and no shroud to rend
we lay our bodies in a curving form
and every bed is rounded in the end

and we in spirit Earth and Air transcend
while in the Earth we rest without alarm
clay held in clay until with earth we blend

the body burned on which we did depend
we keep beneath the surface and the storm
every bed is rounded in the end,
clay held in clay until with earth we blend