by Jesse Ludgin
Strike me down O great divine father Time,
As you will, as sure as night becomes day.
I do not fear you. But dear kin of mine
I beg you, dispose of me in this way:
Strip me down to the skin I was born in,
Stick me down in the womb of mother Earth.
Let the dirt beat and devour my bare skin:
Make me a pure vehicle of rebirth.
I want to feel the rain seep down on me
Eating from my flesh, as I decompose.
I want to smell sweet flowers come to be
From the rich soil of my rotted nose.
Give me back organic as I began,
So the world can profit from this dead man.
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