Let death come in green
and de-compose me into
the sound of trees
 
my bones quietly huddled, slumbering in
the blunt fragrance of freed bacteria
and forest showers
 
a rib will crack like a twig in the silence
of mushrooms blooming from me
 
moss and fern creating a dress
of change, mottled in the tides of light
 
with tendrils of climbers poking shyly through nostrils
embracing the absent face, making me a crown
 
colonized by insects in secret
let me be nest, cave, road
in the slow offering of minerals
 
I will glow at night like an old Jesuit treasure
hovering in the fluorescence of loss
 
gone -released -in forest change
 
with my white structures opening, loosened, fading
as grass grows between the chips of my fingers
as if I still caressed it
 
In the different points of the merging
let there be singing
as new mornings uncover what i
have always been made of