In the #Nightgale Blog Challenge, we are to write stories regarding immortality or the lack thereof. For January’s Thursdays, each participant will use the provided prompts (click the image, above, for more information) as the basis or inspiration for that week’s story. This week’s prompt is “To Die and become one with Nature.” Here is my story:
Not in a box of pine or oak
when Death deals me his final stroke,
but lay me in the ground to lie
with nought but dirt twixt me and sky.
Another wish, I’ve none, just save
to rest within a simple grave,
for not a coffin nor an urn
could grant me what I truly yearn.
I long to end my time on Earth
in just the state I was at birth
unfettered by the worldly care
of thinking what I had to wear.
Though Time will rend me, head to feet,
and worms will, at my carcase eat,
I grudge them not for it befits
that I be torn to tiny bits.
Thou thinkest my request is crude?
Well, I’ve consumed my share of food
so I shall as a banquet be
and things I ate may feed on me.
The plants above me all will grow
because my corpse, to clay, shall go.
Nor any beast shall be denied
consuming my vacated hide.
My passing on will simply be
a handing forth of all that’s me –
a last donation to the soil,
upon the ceasing of my toil.
Shouldst thou have doubts about my choice,
I’ll point to Nature and rejoice
that through these things, by death, I may
become immortal in decay.