Today’s #poetry: When I die

It is

Both the great taboo

and of all things

the most inevitable.

Death (and taxes)

our certainty in life.

Only ever 

transition

to a greater glory,

but all the same,

I would like some style.

So when it comes,

pour my ashes

in to the sweet earth

and plant some beautiful tree

over me,

so while my soul blossoms in heaven

my body might blossom

too.

 

prompt taken from the daily poet

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