Here I lie, in this cold earth
Lying still, if not at peace
The quiet wraps my soul with firm hand
my body rendered to its eternal berth
The worms, they wriggle and they seep
through earthen wall and wooden band
My molecules and minerals reduced and powdered
To soften the bed upon which you will rest
Time will pass with its job done
I lie here - alone, uncrowded
Offering my softened breast
To pillow you when your time has come
MDC October 2020
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