The Margorie E. Peale Prize
Written in the Ruins of Old Sheldon Church,St. William's Parish, Beaufort County, SC,16 October, 2004
When I die
bring my ashes here.
I want to lie
within the remaining pink
brick Corinthian walls,
sets walnuts raining
to the grass floor
like sermons neither of us
has ever heard and therefore
is not likely to forget,
and you'll know what to do,
for salt water swells and wanes
in your veins as in mine
and you long to get back to the sea.
And this is the closest we may ever get,
my ashes eventually limited to four corners
of a twice-burned church with no roof
and the better for it, yours drifting softly
toward the wrecked pirogue from childhood
fi fly years rotting at the bottom of a salt marsh
nearby, finally washed
to China with the tide.