Into The Fire

Have you watched a coffin at the crematorium Slide through the curtains, into the unknown? It is like seeing a birth in reverse My son entered the world in pain He left it in pain This goes beyond suffering A parcel of precious flesh Melted down like tallow A puddle becoming air It took him three hours to be born It took him 3 hours to burn His ashes weighed seven pounds One pound less than his birth weight If there were no swans, snow would cover the earth If there was no birth, death would be a black tulip Blooming in Saturn's realm Holding his ashes in that tiny box That mini coffin, was like gripping A baby of knives, that stabbed the heart Stabbed the heart and twisted