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Elegy for Me

Do not plant me in a box,
six feet below the grass I love,
just find a meadow,
lay me gently down.
Let coyotes and Ravens come to feed,
fly larvae fix their teeth
upon what flesh remains
and when my bones are clean,
let flowers push their way
through skull and sockets,
fertile monument to
a life that was.
I will be far away,
singing God a love song
with a million newborn stars,
as I wait to live and live again.

19 Apr 12

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