Paige Chia

WOODEN CASKET
(Conversation Heard At A Funeral)

Strangest are the lives of men, said one tree,
peering down on the assembling black,
Before my leafing I had witnessed three
from the Great Unknown, like a sack,
arriving in a womb of blood.

Stranger still the deaths of men, said another,
looking up from the dispersing black,
Before my fruiting, I had seen none other
that, to the Great Unknown go back,
departing in a womb of wood.

©Copyright September 2004 by Paige Chia