Bury me naked
Don’t pause for thought
Let the disarray of my breasts tell freedom from battles I once fought
Let the sink of my stomach mourn meals I loved but soon forgot
Let the bulge of my veins trace the web in which my breath was caught
Let the curve of my waist highlight the dust I will yet become
To be part of the soil, part of all.
Bury me naked
Let my scars caress the earth
Let my bones enjoy a wide berth
Let my skin shed its vanity and to new life give birth
Let me too become soil and help prevent a dearth
Let my soul depart freely as my body furnishes its last bed
Because what is the point, if you must bury me?
If you must… Let me be naked I beseech thee
