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.