see
ghosts flee
these fields
lavender
notwithstanding
hear the elders
spoke
words melt
ignorant wisps
away
I am yet
not fulfilled
here this place
unknown
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: legacy
Today, this morning after
we left you alone
in your bronze home
aside the dirt-mound,
cordoned off
by rope and flowers,
I expected to wake
to the incredible weightlessness
of cold and sorrow,
but instead
I rise to nothing
but extreme desire
and eternal yearning
to perform spectacular acts
of radical kindness.
© Chagall, 2013
I hate when they ask
you to write your own obit.
Sure, get me to do your dirty work,
rub my own nose in it
while I’m at it!
I will answer a different question,
rewrite the game, beat a different drum.
Instead of what I did,
I will enumerate all that I did not,
publish that as a logia of anthos.
My final wish?
To be cremated, then reassembled.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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