From Ian Home's Eulogy; "Life Cycle"
This poem, read at Ian Home's memorial is very apt for us all. Life Cycle When you cart me to the graveyard, Plant a vine upon my breast. I shall know my alcoholic heart By its tendril roots caressed. I shall feel my mortal substance Back to wine transmogrified And shall thrill to taste its branches Drawing up the rising tide. When you tread the ripened bunches And the festive cup goes round, Pour a little of that vintage Back upon the thirsty ground. As I pay my debt to nature, Mingling once more among men, This shall be my consummation And my hope to rise again. AD Hope My favourite AD Hope poem "Paper Tiger"