Friday, April 28, 2006

Last Request

Bury me, my love
in holy soil
Beneath the green grass
and cold black earth
Upon the hill, above the church
that knew me as a child
Let me lay beneath the leaves
safe from curious conscience


Anonymous said...

Original work?

Why on holy soil above the church that knew you as a child? Does that hold some power over your eternity?

Does a church know you not as an adult?

CultMan said...

Let it go, anonymous, you're in over you're head....