My body shall decay
and worms will live in my eyes,
maggots in my nails,
and maybe a dog will eat my face.
But eventually, what I used to be
will become new;
my blood and bone
will be re-rooted into something:
a tree or a flower or a ****.
Me, in my little wooden box,
living my new life.
But not yet,
because this one
is awesome.