After the Last KissBy now I'm dead. Make what you will of that.But granted you are alive, you will needto be making some more as well. Prayershave been made, for instance but (trust me)the dead are oblivious to such late sessions.Settle instead for food, common meals of thick soup.Invite your friends. Make lively conversationamong steaming bowls, lifting heavy spoons.If there is bread (there really must be bread),tear it coarsely and hand each guest his sharefor intinction in the soup. Something to say?Say it now. Let the napkin fall and stay.Kiss each guest when it comes to time for parting.They may be embarrassed, caught without witor custom. (See them shifting from foot tofoot at the open door?) Could be you willrepeat your farewells a time or two morethan seems fit. But had you not embraced themat such common departures, your prayers willfall as dry crumbs, nor will they comfort you.
Cairns, Scott. "After the Last Kiss" philokalia: new & selected poems. Lincoln, Nebraska: Zoo Press, 2002.