grass, roots, remains

into those woods, where branches

will intertwine with teeth and

tongue and limb and fingers

where i will become the dirt,

the grass, the roots and remains

into those cavernous welcoming

arms - to be held and seen and

remembered until i'm forgotten

underneath it all, the earth,

flesh melting from bone to

create the ground for you

into those woods, where the

stone will whisper my name

until it sounds like wind

whipping against your ears

into those woods, and below,

where i will become the dirt,

the grass, the roots and remains