when i come to death
let my body be buried
untouched, intact
lovingly folded under
blankets of grass
held in the quiet earth
—
when i come to death
let the trees sing my dirges
whispering, rustling
carried on the wind
to lands i loved
and shores unsought
—
when i come to death
let it be peaceful
simply, gently
give me rest under hills
as if always i’d lain there
claimed by my Father and Time
