To Rest, Again

I've attended my own funeral 

Been buried 

In every sort of casket

Worn to eternal rest

The soft white chiffon and 

Every color but black. 

The dirt hits the coffin 

A drum beat

In the summer evening 

Cicada songs for 

All the lives I've lived.

No one wants to show their 

Face to me 

Or tell me how I look-

Tell me who 

Is in the goddamn box.

Am I still good if you 

Can kiss me?

When I become bones 

In the earth 

For the hundredth time. 

I'll attend another funeral

Just like this one 

But I'll be wearing the sky 

As it is at midnight. 

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[Coyote Poetry]

I don't want no grave dear Anna. I want to be burned and tossed into the great lakes.
When I become bones
In the earth
"For the hundredth time.
I'll attend another funeral
Just like this one
But I'll be wearing the sky
As it is at midnight."
I adored the above lines. Powerful and worthwhile poetry shared.
Coyote