Why why why do we get to come here and live
and love and grow to know each other's ways
for only then to leave.
It does not make sense
I put my order in to the designer of things
I said Let me live here on earth forever
amongst these tall trees
and bird song silence
why would I want to move anywhere else
mercy me but it do not make any sense now
that you should go
and I get to cry over you
Layne as his final earth remains collided with
breeze and water his dust and ashes become
elements of wind
floating particles of water
Halukwii another man gone ashes to ashes this
time he is buried in a wood of pine deep into
earth of his ancestors
worms will compost him
Please if I die leave me on an empty beach for
elements to weather my bones and then return
one year later collect them
write my
name on them bones for i lived and did not you
