my last performance

when i die lower me into the ground without a word.

let me settle among the falling leaves, our lives tumbling in the wind together,

leaving too many stones unturned. 

let the foxes recite my eulogy and let the birds pick my song, 

for they seldom choose wrong. 

let me be taken back slowly as i relearn my purpose.

and linger as the birds end their chorus.

let roots grow in my ribs,

cracking me open from within.

let flowers bloom from my mouth, 

while i am eaten by the ground.

push the dirt between my fingers to show me what i am.

all i ever will be.