in a hundred years
my body – dust
fertile as in life
with growth
blooming, bursting
green and red
with blood and sinew
and flesh
all gone and dry
to hasten the
bloom
to feed the
earth
in a hundred years
my body grows,
young still
as I and my brothers turn
our bodies, the earth
Michelle Boyer
Wonderful poetry
southernblood
this is great. seriously.