Monument

I don’t want a monument 

That stands in defiance 

Of nature 

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No cross

No stone

No pyramid

No tomb

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Just toss me in the ocean, 

Bury me in the sand,

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Or lay me in a field 

And let the coyotes 

And crows 

Pick away my flesh

And the blazing sun

And carrion beetles 

Bleach my bones 

And the creeping vines,

The purple morning glory

And the green ivy, 

Wrap and squeeze and twist 

Them to dust

Until there’s nothing left of me 

But the nourishment I gave back

And the memories of me

In stories left behind,

Told until forgotten, 

And I am no more.