An Excellent Eulogy
When this body
ceases to move,
dare not think I am dead.
Do not cry,
because no one has yet to be born
and no one has yet to die.
I live.
Dare not think
To pickle my carcass for viewing.
Let them see this body while it moves,
or not at all - for what's the use?
Otherwise you can only glimpse me
in the breeze that ruffles your hair.
Don't lay me in a satin box,
my juices soon to defile -
Don't be so custom-ridden.
Spend not a dime
Weep not a tear
It is not me that lay here
but a garment once borrowed
and now gladly returned.
I would be honored to become compost -
My face would receive shovels of dirt
As welcomed as a Mother's kisses.
My body would be thrilled to sleep
In a bonfire.
My bones would be glad for your assistance
in their return to dust.
Walk away with your heart held high.
I am not dead.
I am as close as your heartbeat.
Look into the vortex of your pupils
and I will be there.
I dance
I breathe
I play
I live
As do
and will
you.
---unAsleep