A grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow
My first irreverent thought was ‘We gotta get out of this
place, if it’s the last thing we ever do’ which I’m considering having played
at my funeral but then it was followed almost immediately by the sense of
beseeching implicit in this monument.
Free me!
Free me, I beseech you,
Free me from this world of woe,
Dead roses and cold rubies
Are not enough to hold me.
See my hands outstretched,
Fingers splayed and reaching
Out from the grave below -
Release me from this clay.
My spirit fled my body
Yet you strive to keep me here,
Your tears and words restrain me,
Please let me go.
Remember the person I was
And laugh at the memories we made –
Don’t enclose me in your sadness,
Please let me go.
You can read more Mags here, thanks to Tess Kincaid who
organises this meme.
