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 again Let my legs become logs for the worms to home Let the deer eat from grass i gave my life for Let the bears settle me into dirt with heavy steps Let birdsong sing me to sleep Let me be cradled by my mother and remade in her image