Soliloquy for one dead

A friend sent us a copy of "Soliloquy for one dead" by the Melbourne
poet Bruce Dawe. Ah, Ben...

Ah, no, Joe, you never knew
the whole of it, the whistling
which is only the wind in the chimney's
smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy
path that are always somebody else's.
I think of your limbs down there, softly
becoming mineral, the life of grasses,
and the old love of you thrusts the tears
up into my eyes, with the family aware
and looking everywhere else.
Sometimes when summer is over the land,
when the heat quickens the deaf timbers,
and birds are thick in the plums again,
my heart sickens, Joe, calling
for the water of your voice and the gone
agony of your nearness. I try hard
to forget, saying: If God wills,
it must be so, because of
His goodness, because -
but the grasshopper memory leaps
in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah Joe,
you never knew the whole of it...

Epitaphs - from Lindy

I have longed for a place to go and ‘be’ with Ben alone. Staring at his box of ashes on a bookshelf doesn’t seem right. Neither does not having any kind of formal reminder that he has walked upon this earth.

Faulkner Memorial is a beautiful place. It is where we had Ben cremated (how I wish we had had him buried). But it is too far away from us to go spontaneously and/or often. So with Matt’s help we have found and confirmed a spot in a nearby cemetry for his ashes. The site is in a grassy spot in the shade of a beautiful elm tree. It is simple and peaceful.

It is the closest I have come to feeling Ben’s presence. We think it is where he would like to be.

We can now make up an epitaph. What about these that I found in a book?:

Here lies Ezekiel Aikle……
Aged 102
The Good
Die Young.
(East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia.)

Or this one I like:

Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake
Who died for peace and quietness sake;
His wife was constantly scolding and scoffin’;
So he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.
(Burlington Churchyard, Massachusetts).

The plaque next to Ben’s has a toy wind whirler, the kind that are sold at shows and fairs, along with another more robust wind chime looking like a bee. As we stood and looked and smiled, Matt said "Do you think a puck and stick (in-line hockey) would be stolen if we put them on Ben’s plaque"

I wonder what Michael Jackson’s epitaph is?

If you know any funny ones please let us know. We will put them here even if we can’t promise to use it for Ben’s plaque!