Misgivings abound at the end
of a life that has found fullness
and a sense of peace
But the mutterings
of a fearing clan
insists that  you can't leave
outside of a place
of Worship
your last words
uttered over a worthy body
should not be said
outside the sanctuary
of the living, as if they
can't live with the insidious
whispers that plague them
without peace

This is not my wish

No law of the jungle
would ever decree that
any creature lay down
with their belly unprotected
to be slaughtered
on the whim
of a sloth
Nor would any creature
of worth
deem it necessary
to think
that it should kiss the hem
of a more insidious threat
that wraps themselves
in a mien of holiness
and call themselves
One
of the cloth

I'm shattered by the one
who chose that their
'unholy' matrimony
has been lived to the fullest
by ignoring it all
then decides after a lifetime
of Hate
that they should choose
the Church
and let the unseen
choose the date