Urn

all we have left is
dust and ash
when the ember at
last has faded

all we can drink is
must, is mash
when September has
snapped, invaded

dust, dash
must, smash
funeral pyre be jaded
stop, ask
star, task
dumpster fire persuaded 

railing against who we are
tribe-guilt-tongue-label or paar
denial does not
convince kettle nor pot
it only leaves marks that will scar

Poetry Scales 130