DICEMBRE

 21/11

 

20.Bury me with my name

   Reverse dismemberment

   Incineration

   Dispersal of the debris

   I was wrong

   Bury me with my name

 

   Trace my molecules

   Through cadaver smells

   Lining tiny bugs’ excretion tubes

   Up spring leaves

   Down autumn decay

   Knit again the ammino

   Acids chain

   Find my bits in winds

   And strands of my ultraviolet hair

   Fluttering gently

   Will shine a beacon in the warm night

   My pacification will be yours

   I promise

 

   And when the last of my children will be dead

   All of my grandchildren grown old

   What was me diluted

   Trickled down generations

   Bury me with my name

   In a capsule near yours

   Whole

   At last

   As if for further use

   Forever.

 

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