Final journey

'Final journey' by Robert Kyte

When I make my final journey,

in the large black Bentley with the huge windows,

I shall travel light.

Men will stop,

remove their hats,

look down as I go past,

a tribute to my lightness.

Acknowledging my lack of weight

women will pause their children’s play

and bow their heads ‘til I am out of sight,

down the road to a place of endless lightness,

where elements of earth and water

are turned by fire to air.