I’ve become concerned with The Aeroplane
And the color of the ashes I spread over the sea
Does it matter if they are many?
If they stand out from dark waters?
Should the dust float, if only for a fleeting moment,
Would it be enough to last in the memory of the ocean?
Is it tragic to burn without notice
Only to have your ashes collected and honored
Your essence saved and celebrated
By those who were not your neighbors?
By those who know you not for your body
But for what your body left behind?
