When I Die, Bury Me Not On The Rocky Road

When I die, bury me not on the rocky road

  For my lifeless body will be fed to crows

  Each bit of skin eaten slowly, day by day

  Until all but my bones have been unclothed.

When I die, bury me not on the mountain high

  For the finest land will be at my view

  The land of which my ancestors grew

  And I am not worthy of such a beautiful sky.

When I die, bury me not where the sand meets the water

  Where the green grass ceases to grow

  For the waves will have me pecked and slaughtered

  Until the God above takes away the watery rows.

When I die, bury me not in the trees of sage

  As branches reach over my ribcage

  Growing vines of spiked long mirth

  And nature takes me into its Earth.

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Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

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To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

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Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !


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veils of fiery violet craft

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to source the evil that we learn

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5 months ago

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7 months ago

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