My soul too shall fly away

Find me under the foliage

Bones dusted beneath the soil

Upon which the blackbirds sing

Let my hair rust with me

But keep a lock braided locked away

Tie the end with a ribbon of colour

And kiss the smoke from my lips cold

And with the twirls of smoke silver

My soul too shall fly away

And nothing but the night sky

Shall remember that I too

Once had a name.

Within that name once the fear of bugs

That now feast upon my remains.

How heavenly that we all must become

Exactly what we were always

Little freckles that walk along

The veins of this whole earth

The way it was made, exactly so

Until nothing of us will come to remain

But the bones beneath the earth

From which alone you will never know

The language that our tongue did speak.