Bury Me





tell me


wet limestone
flinching coral reefs


what’s it like to always
be night


tell me


what is it to be rooted in shadow
to speak without the screams
of bright


what is it
to not even ask for much


I had been escaping into the high castles
you’ve built


and my spirit was distracted by
craving and craving until
higher and higher


I couldn’t see the sky past
this pleasure dome

but I thought there could be
better treasures embedded


so eventually I ask you
to bury me

you play along and find that
covering my toes and tummy
is calming


but coaxing my gold stone free
wouldn’t be easy

so just tell the elements
to brush past me


tell the vine of forest
tell the root of swamp

I want this to stop


with all these voices up here
it’s getting hard to hear


so don’t tell me
bury me


there’s an entire world under the surface

where crabs fold their poverty
into each lip of sand


pointing to the earth as witness
bury me        I say
all the way




Originally Published By: World Literature Today