ALONE AT LAST is the last poem I'm going to write about this Life and Death subject for awhile, I do believe...hope is a thing with feathers...right?!....

ALONE AT LAST

lastly, lately
cradle to the grave
has been busy
in my mind again

reminding me
that all these bags
can be put down
gently and firmly
in any railway
station
and
if not arrested
by homeland security
they can be left there

to be sniffed by dogs
x-rayed by x-rays
fingered by strangers
and finally
filed in a lost-and-found
to which no one
will ever come

marked
owner unknown
contents
unmistakedly
personal

to be held
gently and firmly
by
no one
at all