The after goings on

When the preliminary is over
                      and the smell of rotting flesh
has become soil
possibilities are endless.
                     To be an oak or an olive tree
or a preening almond tree.
A yellow spring flower and green grass
so beloved by goats and children.
                        Or simply irritating weeds
in some curmudgeons garden.
                      I would, like to be a stallion
but since I can't be anything physical
                      It will be plant life for me