Here is a new poem–for patrons only, for now–called Momento Mori.

It will appear in a book, and poetry kit, I'm preparing  for bereavement counsellors and funeral directors, and particularly humanist  celebrants.

I'll be launching a new Kickstarter soon, to help me raise funds to create this poetry book and kit.

Momento Mori
I have been told I am to die.
I soon shall lose this life I live.
This house that's sheltered me from harm.
This bed where dreams and sorrows sighed.
My stinging heart, my conscience sieve,
are come unborn. I am to die.

The children running on the shore
bare feet skimming towards the tide,
The rabbits bouncing through the grass,
the squirrels darting up a tree.
The sunshine glow of young, bright things
white teeth clinking drinks outside.
The open arms of smiling friends.
Oh darling ones, draw near to me.
Your loving touching drowns my eyes
Goodbye. I love you dear. Don't cry.

I am to lose the life I live:
composed of earth, locked into skin.
The pavements moaning to the moon.
The fingers clawing at the sky.
The brittle prayers through rusting rain,
the righting words I thought to write.
A fist unclenches in my ribs
new life comes birthing through surprise.

I live no longer as myself,
Now finding here a life most high.
I live not as I used to live,
now that I know I die.