Decomposing

Decomposition over burial.

I want to watch my body decompose.
I don’t need a coffin or a burial ground.
Let me rest under a tree that spreads its branches wide and reach high in the sky .
Lay me down where the grass is greener and the sky full with stars like it never was when I was alive.
And watch as my body is devoured by another life beautifully like a carcass of a deer.