"More than kisses, letters mingle souls." – John Donne
The Body’s Last Wishes
By M. Stone
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.
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.