we are skin, bone, sinew, sheath protecting
rushing blood, heart that beats, muscle,
what would happen if skin peels back
what would others see
our imperfections inscribed on concrete paths
our loves and hates broadcast, wants, dreams
to strangers whose footsteps tred
unknowingly across our backs
we travel sometimes alone, learning life through
others and ourselves, our journey evolving
inwardly not sharing when our cross is hard
to bare and would strangers care
we walk and talk, the humans that we are
with foibles and finery, genetics make
our personality, we love, we hate, laugh, cry
complex creatures, the miracle of simply being
our hearts need to beat, our blood to flow
if broken and skin peeled back, we may reveal
bruises of the life we’ve led, that swelled
caused pain, that never surfaced
so take us for what we are, who we are
this short time on this earth, the marvels
of the human kind, for when all is said and done
we are bone, skin, sinew and blood
copyright JMTacken 9.4.2014
The below may be a little confronting. Apologies.
Today a small group of Funeral Celebrants had a tour of one of our local cemeteries set on 440 acres of land and 80,000 trees with beautifully manicured and maintained gardens.
We visited the sites of the Greek, Hindu, Chinese, Jewish, Italian graves and many more. We saw the baby to 3 year old site, which was full of colour and even a small playground and the children’s site. The site of our Victorian Police force who were killed in the line of duty.
Then we visited the building were the cremations took place. Down a steep driveway to a brick building, we entered quietly, reverently.
There was a gentleman with one of the furnaces open raking out the remains of ‘someone’ we stood, the three of us, silent. We saw a large femur bone, amongst the red ashes of the ‘kiln’.
He then asked if we wanted to witness the next one who was coming in. He wheeled in a coffin, adorned with yellow daisies, and opened the furnace door, sliding it carefully in. As soon as it was in place a massive flame came up and he closed the door. We all stood, watching, enthralled and curious about the event that took place in front of us.
The temperature exceeded 900deg. Those that have hip replacements or metal in their bodies were sifted through and a bottom furnace then burnt the remaining ashes. This may seem a morbid thing to write about, but as a funeral celebrant, knowing now how the process is, brought a sense of relief, in a way.
The process is handled with great care and respect. The bodies of loved ones are then placed into containers, all marked. They check the paperwork 5 times before each cremation.
We were told the higher the lacquer on the coffin, the faster it burns. That having cardboard coffins is environmentally unfriendly as they are held together with too much glue. They want the ashes to be in the purest state possible, so advise funeral directors and celebrants to deter families from placing photos, letters or other memorabilia in for their journey.
As we walked out the building, I started to get quite emotional and cry. I wrote the above last night, prior to this visit, not knowing what we were going to witness.
It brought home we are just ‘items’ in a way. Made up of many things, then when our time comes we are but ash, disintegrated parts of us, of what was us…dust to dust..hard to describe really…
we are star dust and to the stars we will return as dust!
in all our brilliance that we are. Hugs xx
True Hugs back!
Very fitting poem jenny to complement your experiences today. Well done and I understand the confronting nature of today for you.
Thank you Michael, I found it strange that I thought about this poem last night and then had this experience today. Yes, confronting but in a way the whole process put me at ease, knowing how it takes place.
Thank you for this thought-provoker this morning. You’ve given me some things to consider today 🙂 GREAT post!
Thank you Morgan. Many doubts and fears were allayed after seeing this take place. So many stories are told, we never know what actually happens… Thank you for reading.
So, so, interesting. I can’t imagine how emotional that experience was for you. You know my beliefs so I won’t babble…our shell is left but our soul lives on and on in eternity.
I completely agree about the shell and our souls, smiled at you not babbling. Thanks hun, yes it was very interesting, if not a tad confronting. xx
Interesting….confronting…maybe just damn creepy.
that too I guess 🙂 x
This was lovely, quite touching.
Thank you so much Jackie, it is interesting that not many have commented, probably too confronting! Appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment.
What a day you had xxx Not many people get to see the ‘other side’ of the cremation process. Very interesting (particularly about the cardboard) xxx
Hello lovely, sitting here studying or trying too 😦 No I don’t think many would – though they have the original viewing room, set up in front of the furnaces for those family members who wished to see. I don’t think this practice still continues and if it does, a curtain is closed, so they don’t watch and try and jump in with them.
The other interesting point which I forgot to add to the post is that you can make diamonds from the ash/carbon. I cup of ‘human ash’ – depending on the size of the stone and costs start around $3,000. So you can have mum, dad or loved one with you on a ring or necklace forever.:-) Trying to think if that’s not creepy … xxx
Good grief! I didn’t know that. It would certainly make for a good horror story (the writer coming out in me). Imagine if someone stole it, calling the police – someone just stole my mother. Yikes
OMG I am laughing my head off reading this on the phone!! What a story that would be. Kinda weird 😉 xxx
great post, very touching, thanks for sharing
Welcome Alisha and thank you for popping over, reading and commenting. Appreciate your kind words.
I’ve been to more burials than cremations. Both though are stark in reminder of our frail bodies and mortality. I’m always so glad that they follow a funeral mass where comfort and hope of eternity allay the worst fears of a total end. I can understand your emotions at the end of the process. So difficult to view those final stages. I rarely visit graves even of family – very occasionally- I just don’t see the final resting place of the body as the final resting place. Those gone live on in heart and mind so real as to be forever with us. And we with them. A giant cosmic wonder.
A really moving post, Jenny. I’m glad you are on of the celebrants of someone’s life. Your poem and empathy reveal you’re well chosen.x
I have only conducted 2 burials and 11 cremations. I did become emotional, but I would have been far worse if it was someone I actually knew, though I know I couldn’t actually watch that take place. I believe in life after so the final resting place per se’ is only where their shell remains. A place for those loved ones who are left to have quiet & reflection time with those they have lost. Thank you for reading and your lovely words AM x
I am fascinated by this: “our hearts need to beat, our blood to flow
if broken and skin peeled back, we may reveal
bruises of the life we’ve led, that swelled
caused pain, that never surfaced”
The truth of this is powerful.
Thank you so much Colleen, I am interested in what the reader gets out of what I’ve written, or what particular part they relate to, appreciated.
You’re welcome Jen. I feel a bit disconnected from my commenting today so I apologize for not being more responsive. But those lines…they really grabbed me.
Do not feel that way, you weren’t at all lovely. I appreciate any words that are left. I am glad that they grabbed you. Take care, hope your day/ night goes well. Hugs x
Thank you muchly Jen. 🙂
Hard work you do but needed and you would be less human if you had not shed a tear. It is why you will make a great one! Hugs to you. My brother lost his wife young to the horrors of cancer and he stepped into the room to watch and say his final goodbyes and I thought I was the tough one.
I was the only one, the other two were a bit shaken. Aww thank you darling. That would have been very tough, but I know that he is grateful that he was able to say his goodbye at the very end. 😦
He is though so lost without her wish someone like you had been there to say loving words he lost her when we were loosing our Dad 😦
I would have loved to have had that honour. I am sure he is lost without her, but her love remains in him, the memories, the conversations. They will always be together. xx
I know that but it seems to be what pulls him down as well and I can’t fix him just love him when he is open to receiving 😦
Hugs to you and all you do
How long has it been hun?
That’s all you can do, support and love and console.
Hugs xx
8 years
8 years is a long time, it’s hard for people to move on. There is no time frame on grief. I hope that he knows he has you and loved ones to hold him up, should he falter xx Hugs
take us for who we are, what we are….because we do have a short time on this earth…and we waste so much of it in petty things….once the spirit is gone we are little more than items for sure…its our soul and our relationships that add depth to life….
This is true and such a short time it is 😦 I think you will be fine you have a good soul ~ smiles thank you Bri.
oh wow, that must have been incredibly intense. i would have cried my eyes out too. how amazing that you created this poem just before this visit. perfect.
I know it’s a little weird isn’t it, a little freaky. It was intense Beth and hard to describe how I felt afterwards. xx
That was very moving J, especially with the explanation. Commodities in life and death it seems, except for our memories.
Thank you R, I nod in agreement about commodities and memories. Thank you for reading.
Welcome J
Sharing this, the way you have has conveyed your experience well Jenny..
It does sound difficult, emotionally so. I cannot imagine going through that and not becoming a blubbering mess.
Beautifully written, and very moving.
ML
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Thank you sweety, I pondered about writing what I had seen, as many would find it morbid, but it strengthened my thoughts about Cremation and how little ‘we’ know about the process. Appreciate your kindness ML. x
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uhhmm, this might be a little too much nuts and bolts for me jen..lol, the description of the process you witnessed brought to mind Da Vinci’s notebooks, he had cadavers delivered to his studio so that he could dissect them to truly learn about our anatomy. but i did love the poem, and i have immense respect for what you do.
Thank you my friend, it was a great deal to take in. I think I could witness what I did more so than dissecting a human body. Appreciate you reading Jack and thank you.
On this sunny day, after a nice 2 hour walk on streets nearby I’d never visited, your pen is a good reminder to cherish and to remember. ~
Thank you for reading, yes we must always cherish and remember all we love. I am glad it reminded you ~ smiles.