ABOUT DEATH

a poem by PK Page

1.

And at the moment of death

what is the correct procedure?

Cut the umbilical, they said.

And with the umbilical cut

how then prepare the body?

Wash it in sacred water.

Dress it in silk for the wedding.

2.

I wash and iron for you

your final clothes

(my heart on your sleeve)

wishing to wash your flesh

wishing to close

your sightless eyes

nothing remains to do

I am a vacant house