gifts for the earth

i imagine the gracious

benevolent ritual of death. grave and porcelain

with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes

descending toward me. her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. i imagine the end. then further downward so that i can rest

cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. in the dark

my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth.