The discontinuous
English life
As soon as you die
Everything goes
To the sale
To the tip
To the bonfire
The council rules
That nothing stays
They need everything
Cleared away
To the sale
To the tip
To the bonfire
Even the body
Of the one you love
Is cleared away
By the cold hand shove
To the sale
To the tip to the bonfire
Relatives who pick
And peck at remains
Are left with emptiness
And grieving pains
As everything you knew
Of husband and wife
Gets quickly discarded
By this
Discontinuous
English life
You go to the morgue
More like a thief
As if you were stealing
Your own memories
From the sale
The tip
And the bonfire
To break from the past
In a thunderbolt smash
Into your life
Your love, your past
That goes to the ale
The tip
The bonfire
Mikes New Web 
Why is it only for “English life?”
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It doesn’t have to be, maybe you can write the American side of it.
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I do not think it is specifically English or American; I think it’s just the most common outcome. And you know what – I believe that most of the material remains of our lives have to go. That’s how I feel about my life. When I die, I want most of it to be gone, except for probably a small number of things of historical values. I hope that some of my thoughts will survive 🙂 because I believe in a noosphere more than in the material world. But if not, it’s OK, too. I want my story to stay, that’s why I am writing about all my life story stuff. Not because it is so significant, but because I know how fast history disappears, and I know that people are curious. But the rest of my life belongs to the bonfire, most definitely. Actually, neither my husband nor I do not want to have graves. We want our aches to be disbursed into the universe.
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Hettie, that’s so sad. I’m quite sure though that there will be a new earth to live in sooner or later.
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It’s not :). It’s your beautiful poetry, which is deeply sad!
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Well, you’re not so bad a writer yourself.
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Time will tell 🙂 whether my writing is any good. After all, I am not a native speaker, and in the actual-real book we are writing now, my daughter is touching each paragraph; at least that’s what she says.
In any case, my point was that my writing is quite optimistic, and I do not see any sadness in it, while your writing is sad… maybe 75% of the time?
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Well there’s no shortage of sad poetry in the world. I hope your writing goes well and look forward to reading it one day.
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I do not think you would enjoy reading it – it’s professional 🙂
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Wow. A poignant piece. Most everything is temporary here.
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It’s the standard biblical theme and hence a perfect theme for a poem
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Don’t know what I’m doing, boxes are jumping about everywhere
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Boxes?!
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Excuse me, in a hurry to turn on the new netflix film. The Comment boxes, they seem to multiply when I try to use them
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