Let the bugs bury me

beneath the love of a redwood tree

Let the mushrooms trace the creases of my skin

Let the moss swaddle me

and wrap my aching limbs in warmth

Let the birds clean flesh from my weary bones

Let flowers sprout from the whites of my eyes

Let ferns braid my hair

Let ivy weave it’s way within my brain

growing a verdant peace

Let nettle cross my lips

Let the maggots make me whole ag...