To Carry A Corpse

Hold me not on your sleeve,
Where every pinch and poke,
Leaves you wincing in pain.

Hold me not in your head,
For I shall haunt your every thought,
Your very state of mind.

Hold me not in your eyes,
A filter, bleak and piercing,
Is what I'll turn out to be.

Hold me in your heart.
For where the sun shines.
And the moon falls.
I'll be where you shall need me.
In every beating pulse.

In Loving Memory of My Grandmother
Rest
In
Peace