Urns

 

The trembling lady of
The mortuary shuffled
The papers again and again.
Most people nowadays preferred
To be burned.  Direct burial
Was a confusion.  The rows
Of urns on the wall

Were her selection.  She
Apologized for the lack of
Light, wanting me to see
Them in their full glory
So I would understand
Perhaps why people would
Rather be in one of those

Than in the earth where
Embalming was no longer
Being required.  She and the
Director seemed in fragile
Health, likely to enjoy two
Of their beauteous urns before
I join Susan in the ground.