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Last Wishes -- A Pantoum
By Paul Pineiro

What to do with my remains,
a flame, a conflagration celebration,
wind-blown cinders, ascending
Whispering rhythms -- swirling, dancing me.


A flame, a conflagration celebration,
Make me elemental
whispering rhythms -- swirling, dancing me,
the hugging, calming pulse of God’s first poem.


Make me elemental,
A sacramental witness to
the hugging, calming pulse of God’s first poem.
Read me in the nighttime sky.


A sacramental witness to the
om of ancient lovers who
read me in the nighttime sky.
Curse, bless* my distant, intimate connection.


Om of ancient lovers whose
moaning prayers on moonlit beaches
Curse, bless my distant, intimate connection.
What to do with my remains.



* Cf. Dylan Thomas. "Curse, bless me now" (from "Do not go gentle.")




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