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The idea of being buried Deep underground is not my wish. Surely its a recent innovation, Two metres down in a dark niche. An arch of Saracen Lovingly laid to give room, And protection, to bleaching bones. The reversing trend of leaving the womb. covered long and deep and round, with kerb of retaining blocks, Plump as expectant mother earth, Not straight jacketed in a wooden box. I would wish space, And sun on my face, On a high green place, Dressed only in silk and lace Just until dawn rise, And then at mid day Raised high on scaffold To be spirited away By cleansing fire, To be a sun ray. To live forever, A shimmering light. Permanent day, Banishing night. |