H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

DAVID COPE

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my mother disappeared

in swirling waves

when children & friends

poured her ashes

into the river near her old

bedroom window

my sister reached into the bag

& scattered the last ashes

across the water, slapped

her hands together,

dust flying out: wild rose

on the high bank beyond

[Originally published in NHS 2010, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs10/index.html.]