Rest... in peace?

 

He didn’t want to be cremated

He knew too much

He knew things others didn’t

He knew cremation involved

Moving the remains around

As they burned

He knew some parts

“Just don’t burn”

As easily as others

No matter how much you

Stoked the fire

You’re still left to

Crush the pieces

Until they’ve been ground down

Into mostly ash

“Not exactly a peaceful exit”
Calm words he spoke
(Morticians are like that)

A simple encounter

With a man who buries people

Will now burn forever within

Leaving previous decisions in ashes

Uncertainty cannot be crushed

Only one thing is certain

Death is death

Buried or burned