Buried

I am one with the EarthAnd the Earth is one with me.Its fertile soil fills my mouthAnd covers my eyelids in sootAs I hear the clang of a shovel against the hard stone,and feel the weight of dirt on my once pink-lipsNow faded to a dusty brownAs I'm buried6 ft deepUnderground.No breaths to be taken,No blinks to be had,If the police find my body,Or a stray dog digs up my death,All I can say is that the burial was quick,And that myDeep breathsTurned ShallowWithinMinutes.

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