Death, Rain, Dirt

Rain

Laid down in earth

Where the death of life is washed away

By dirt and water all is clean

There is no tragedy

In going back to your roots

Roots of the tree

That cradles your casket

And rocks your sleeping skeleton

Home again

From your long sojourn in foreign lands

On concrete platforms

Some factory

Above spinning wheels

Branches

Beckoning arms

A blur beyond glass and calendar events

Pass away pass away

Soon your sorrows will be washed by rain

Pass away pass away

Death shall decompose and you will be home

-Death, Rain, Dirt

(Death never killed anybody)