Kit Kelen #1215 - bury me too

1215

bury me too

for ‘come to my funeral’

I want to be lost in the land

have a forest grow

wherever I fell

wherever’s convenient in fact

and that should be more world than now

where these words were lost

then I’ll be gone

so creature will ever know

I want to be lost in a forest – forgotten

please do not mark the place

have all  of this our world a garden

grieve as we go

will you, with me?

I want to be lost in the forest

that hadn’t been there

before I was buried –

a forest of now, not long ago

when I’m nothing

won’t wish to be found

must do the wishing now

after a while

there’ll be no one to guess

who was it took up so much space

for whom so many died

who cycled the air and the water

deep dreams

I want to be lost in the forest to come

this is my last will  

where I want to go