Silly lil poetry <3

i’ve learned a lot from looking for bones

typically, animals die next to trees

or streams

their bodies are ravaged by bugs,

and sometimes other animals

but i wonder, why ?

and i suppose i could look it up

but it feels more poetic to believe that they know their impact.

that the nourishment concealed inside the wreckage will feed the trees,

or that the water will carry it to the roots that need it

if i were free to i would want that too.

humans make it impossible, 

because to die in a forest is to die alone

and that is simply unnacceptable 

rather than beautiful .

your body is a nuisance,

rather than food for the earth.

i would ask to be left to be scavenged ,

to feed the plants that we have overtaken and pushed away,

but i would not be allowed

because humans refuse true nature

even in death.