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