Afterlife

peel back Greenland and that’s where I will lay my head

North America of heart and hunger for my chest and stomach

my hips and legs under the slowly depleted rain forests of South America

and my feet under the snowy Antarctic blankets

lay the lands back over me

i promise not to roll around too much

there i would sleep until it’s over

i won’t mind the dirt and the things that crawl

dark and warm in my burrow

burned sometimes by belches of magma

when i need a drink the rivers and streams will flow into me

and everything will carry on

until it is quiet

in the post human silence

where i am not welcome

i may rise and brush the dirt from my eyes.

sip the fresh clean clouds from blue skies

and then sit taking it all in

eagles will nest in my hair

elk will ramble and roam across the fields and forests of my thighs

until I am covered with dust and wilds

in repose

i will become mountains