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Bury Me

by Gabriel Meek

Do it more than once:

        dig me back up

        and find a better spot

        split me apart

        bury my head away from my heart

Make someone ponder the details:

        bury me with 130 walking sticks

        bury me with a thousand arrows

        make it anachronistic

        like gilded mummies in a recycled tomb

Change the definition:

        bury me in water and waves

        bury me in the open sky

        bury me in sand to my neck

        bury me in the pot of a tree

Or don’t bury me at all:

        bury me inside a wall

        like my great grandparents

        whose two urns share one cubby

        buried in fire and their own ash

About the Author

Gabriel Meek is a poet from Spokane, Washington, where he earned his MFA from Eastern Washington University. His poems have appeared in Furrow Magazine, Madcap Review, Star*Line, and elsewhere.

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