nor water,
your bones rust,
not even salt remains.
by the marshes,
they lay your swelled body,
dirt, some ashes,
gray shallow sand.
scattered around the post,
blue morning bells,
not even death can silence earth.
the wind in every direction,
how confused nature remains.
the fauns pipping some folk melody
mermaids untame.
do oceans stand in your way?
let me undue
the soil,
un-bare the dirt,
my hands deep,
i will make the rocks of you,
burnt minerals
and dry blood.
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