The Body’s Last Wishes

By M. Stone

 

Dearest Emily,

 

No autopsy, no pumping arteries

full of preservatives. Surrender me to flame,

then carry me to the mountains where a breeze

is ever present. Smudge oak trees with ash

and feed bone fragments to the ridgelines.

Weld me to the wildness I feared in life.

 

Love always,

 

Mama

 


M. Stone is a bookworm, birdwatcher, and stargazer who writes poetry while living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in San Pedro River Review, SOFTBLOW, Calamus Journal, and numerous other print and online journals. She can be reached at writermstone.wordpress.com.