When I die I do not want a plot in a cemetery or a headstone for my body. I will be pleased if I am cremated, composted or returned to the sea. If I am lucky enough to have a wish honored, though, I hope to have a burr oak planted.
compost me
let a beautiful
wayward tree seed
perhaps big leaf maple
land on me and take root
grow over a span of many years
to a majestic towering height
dropping giant red leaves
every autumn onto the space
where i first provided fertilizer
those leaves in turn
composting and feeding the soil
also being snacked upon
by giant slugs
extending their cute eye stalks
waving them about
to better navigate the world