𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

I don't like
To think about death
Because I don't know what I believe
And because I don't know that,
I don't know
What will be waiting for me.

All that I know is
My body will rot
And my bones will fossilize
So when the time comes,
Don't shut me up in a coffin,
Don't cremate me in the flames,
Leave me to the earth
From whence I came.

Let the carrion birds
Feast on my flesh,
Let plants take root in my skeleton,
Let the natural world reclaim me,
Only then
Can I truly be at peace.

Let the vines curl up through my ribcage,
Let the damp peat moss grow on my bones.
Let my body be a shelter
For the little wild creatures
Looking for somewhere to burrow and hide.
Let me be one with the natural world
When my final breath is gone.

A/N: If you like this poem go stream bones on the beach by Paris Paloma, it's very much the same vibe. Also last woman on earth, similar but to a lesser extent, it's still about wanting your body to be left for nature to reclaim but in that case it's specifically so men can't desecrate your body.