From Below

Rose petals and fancy

confetti for me a fool.

I do lament love of life

flowing in earthen pools.

At death’s bed platitudes

will drip from tounges.

Leave warm sentiment

reserved for the young.

I’m not made of brick

nor am I of some mortar.

I am rife with humanity

bury me in earth’s order.

Sinews lay over graves

asps dig into the ground.

When death I find I pray

I’m quickly placed down.

Into a womb unforgiving

soil will fall on my coffin.

Leave my headstone blank;

do not think of me often.

May I dance with angels

or tortured in devil flames

know any plight my course

I do not place any blame.

Celebrate with joyful noise

I want it there so abundant

that no one will remember

what I am now or I wasn’t.

Return I will to the earth

where no such goodbyes

could monument my love

or cover in life what I hide.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Katherine says:

    Interesting poem as always, but that is a spooky animation!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Hahaha. Sorry bout that. I’ll try and dial back the spookiness. I dont want you to be spooked. 😁

      Liked by 1 person

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