Poem: Burial 

I arise from the dead!


where my picked and earthy bones 


Buried sweetly

a newly made meal 


Mother, wrapped in loamy warmth 

Going willingly 

from where I came 

and giving myself 


When it is done 

then I become 

the next passers-by 

No longer gone

but now anew

my spirit passing



2 thoughts on “Poem: Burial 

  1. We can get some nice sunrises. This poem is about a TED talk about ecologic burial that I heard. It was quite interesting and something I hope becomes more prevalent by the time my time comes…

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