Let my body rot amongst the bushes
Let my body decay among the thorns
Let the season decay my dead body
Let the wind, rain, and snow take its toll
Let me blush in purple patches
Let my blood pool, and become so cold
Let the element reduce my image
Let nature take her strangle hold
Let vixen feed on my rancid meat
Let the birds peck my sorry corpse
Let no one ever seek and find me
Let those he seek me, take another course
Let the insects devour what was me
Let the insect make it their new home
Let the blow fly make its entry
Let the flesh fly spawn for new born
Let me bloat amongst the flowers
Let my fluids shore a torrid force
Let my decomposition be my island
Vegetation death around my stinking moat
Let maggots hatch in orifices plenty
Let them feast upon the rotting horde
Let them leave when there is nothing of me
Let my dry skin shrink to bone
Let my bones become so brittle
Let my skeleton shape live in stones
Let the flowers grow around me
Let the vines encase my drying bones
Let me lay in peace, where I did lay me
Let me no longer be another’s chore
Let the lord know my final humility
Let me become dust of which I was born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with spiritual insight to capture the conviction of the poet. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.