Every grave spans my reach,
My fingertips caress the inscriptions,
Riding the edges, curves, and corners of marble and limestone.
The fibers of dandelions and lome tingle on my bare feet
As I walk into the shadowed curving slopes in my viewpoint.

There are too many arms,
Too many teeth,
Too many bubbled brains trapped in this soiled earth.
Overcrowded housing is all I can see
When I watch each decrepit body lie stagnant under the deceiving fertilized grass,
Mixed into the here-and-there planted trees,
Too few for the ratio of bodies to land mass.

Please bury me inside a tree,
Let my life give back to things ahead of me.
Make me soil,
Wash your children in me,
Grow pumpkins through my eye sockets.
Burn my body and sprinkle me dustily through the universe.
Let my hair travel the worm holes forming the sun
And my fingernails circle the belt of Orion.

Save me from my final ultimatum
By granting me passage into the stars.