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.
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.