Lay Me In The Cemetery Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
A place of absolute peace;
where strain and pain
have no chance to teach.
Where birds and flowers fill the place.

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
The yards, the stones, and the engravings.
The shadows of trees,
the summer breeze.
A popular home to dead memories.
The chants of the spirits,
the chirps of the birds without limits;
rent-free, no need for salaries.

Lay my body there.
Prepare my dwelling;
provide me with fresh air.
Decorate my 6-feet below space;
make me feel at home with flair.
Cover me, please, don't leave my body bare.
Weep in sorrow if you care;
Otherwise, just stand there and stare.
Worry not, my soul is no longer in there.

I've seen so much beauty in graves.
I've seen my body lay like a retired slave,
between those who once provided me with bread.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.
I've seen so much beauty in graves.