I imagine the gracious

Benevolent ritual of Death

Grave and porcelain

With baby blue lips and pale pink eyes

Descending toward me

Her glowing hands cradled at my head

And knees submerging me into waves of icy seas



I imagine the end

Then further downward so that I can rest

Cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor

In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth