Grave

Grave

A Poem by kris reed
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A critique of modern burials (Nov. 2009)

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This is how I choose to live my life

This is how I choose to die.

Now honor my last request

And leave me where I lie.

 

You stole my every action

Now you steal what I left alone.

The trees watch you theft my last wish

And drag me from my home.


© 2013 kris reed



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What am i up to? Oh, just reading everything you've written all over again. I oh so love this one.

Posted 2 Years Ago


So simple and yet one of your most powerful poems. Perfect.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on September 23, 2013
Last Updated on October 8, 2013
Tags: death, life, grave, bury, coffin, rot, decay, embalming, nature

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