Poem: BurialĀ 


I arise from the dead!

See

where my picked and earthy bones 

lay

Buried sweetly

a newly made meal 

for 

Mother, wrapped in loamy warmth 

Going willingly 

from where I came 

and giving myself 

back 

When it is done 

then I become 

the next passers-by 

No longer gone

but now anew

my spirit passing

on

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