Turn To Mist Poem by Ima Ryma

I wandered into a mine field,
Being distracted was the case.
Cause of explosions I did wield.
Now, my mind's all over the place.
My flesh and bone and other stuff
Disintegrated in the blast.
So left of me was not enough
To bury as a whole bod passed.
Rest in pieces, I guess I will,
My parts are scattered ev'rywhere,
Caught in bushes way up the hill,
A I go blowing through the air.

A corpse - I no longer exist.
I wonder if I will be mist.