A grave matter

When I’ve left this locking body,
sack me in a shawl.
Don’t let this cat out of the bag.
Roll me over in the clover,
sling me slowly into the underground.
Take up your brought shovels
and fill me in. Tamp me down,
so the earth will plant a kiss,
and welcome the worms.

I will be watching.

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