When I die I have thoughts for my bodies end.
I never did like the concept of crushed ashes,
nor my body confined to a stone tomb,
no, I think I would prefer
a more common approach,
laying in the dirt eternally,
well, let me correct myself: not eternally,
I think it would be nice to be a bit more finite,
rather than searching out my sturdy cage,
look to someone’s ragged, beached ship as a container,
I intend to give my energy back to that which gave me so much,
enjoy my skin, our bones and your life,
for I have enjoyed theirs.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
When I die I have thoughts for my bodies end.
I never did like the concept of crushed ashes,
nor my body confined to a stone tomb,
no, I think I would prefer
a more common approach,
laying in the dirt eternally,
well, let me correct myself: not eternally,
I think it would be nice to be a bit more finite,
rather than searching out my sturdy cage,
look to someone’s ragged, beached ship as a container,
I intend to give my energy back to that which gave me so much,
enjoy my skin, our bones and your life,
for I have enjoyed theirs.
38 days until Blank Canvas: Within the City and Walls will be published. This is my first book and I am very excited for its release. I have been working on its poetry for two years and now feel that as a collection it is ready to be published. If you have any questions about the book or where to find it please message me. I am happy to answer any questions.
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