When my lifeless body is no longer needed,
Let it lie upon the river’s bed to rot…
Be drenched with blessings for the breath it’s had.
May in time it be swept away, dissolve and used again
In whatever form that other lives may use to grow.
Use my useless limbs— bind them as a raft,
Rough bark of contradiction finally washed away,
Every length of root exposed, every quirk of love or sin
Left to bleach in blazing Sun, before in grace of Time
All turns to dust, commentary and rebuttal lost
As ancient parabola of Self slowly germinates again.