Eating Dirt.
No need to tell the dead that they are gone,
the living are the ones who need goodbyes
so leave and let me have my piece of lawn
and if there’s need just call it compromise…
I won’t care when pushing up my grass,
compost is a noble thing to be
- it helps the lowly mushroom spread it’s spawn
and even fungus can be company.
When one is tired of hearing mourners pass
- at least a humble fungus understands
how something living thrives when something dies.
Make sure they’ve placed the pennies on my eyes
then scoop a bit of soil into your hand
- be the first to toss it on my grave
then bury what of me you wouldn’t save.
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January 29, 2012 at 10:18 pm
Dark, but delightful at the same time. Hope that makes sense.
January 30, 2012 at 6:05 am
It does, yes.
We are never all light – it’s the dark in us that allows the light to be seen.
M.L.
P.S.? Not everyone will allow themselves to embrace both.
January 28, 2012 at 12:06 am
They appear dark, yet the underlying intention is not. you see a great deal more than most my friend. brilliant piece
January 28, 2012 at 12:13 am
I can’t explain it – but I am grateful that you do see – if only because I know in my heart what the intent truly is.
Thank you Enreal – thank you.
L.
January 26, 2012 at 7:37 pm
“Twould be a small grave, my dear.
January 26, 2012 at 8:03 pm
LOL – yes – it really would.
(I usually get rid of so much myself that there isn’t much left to save when I am done anyway)
L.
January 27, 2012 at 11:26 pm
I would want to save it all — you are all that!
January 27, 2012 at 11:39 pm
*blush* I never think so myself anymore – thank you Colette.