Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Winter's a good time

to visit my grave with its view
above Saint-Antonin and its river
(where I don't live any more, but 8 miles away).
I admired the Toulouse violets on it today,
the snowdrops, the dark Christmas Rose -
and thought (yet again) :
such a beautiful place to decompose.

2 comments:

Jindra K. Hrdlička said...

When you decompose and only the bones will remain, I want be able to bring Dína with me.

Wofl said...

That would be nice, Jindra. Thank you. Dina can have my left femur - the right one is partly metal.
But it is horribly possible that I could outlive you both...