Being the Earth

HIRO BOGA

When I die, I want to be this 
gently mouldering log,

nursing green and growing life.

Small trees spring from my body--

shy, exuberant, leaping towards sunshine.

This must be how the Earth feels

about people, grasses, lichens, moss--

all those emerald lives rooted

in her belly.

Until that day, that final fall

I'll practice being the Earth.

Yes, to this! I’d like to be buried in a shroud in a natural burial ground so my body can easily return to the earth...

My son doesn’t like the idea of his body decaying, so he’d like to be cremated, with half his ashes made into fireworks and half to go on a rocket into space. 
It’s never too early to have these conversions