We punish the dead
by deem and seem of deeds
and needs they lived out here.
We burn the squeamish.
Turned to ash: an urned
reward to stash on mantel;
scatter in some picturesque
or sentimental place adored.
We bury the indifferent deep.
To feed the worms and grass
and trees we plant and tend
to feed on them.
The rest?
We improvise with ease.
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