Purpose

when my body is all that’s left behind

unburden yourself of that bulk in the furnace

then when it is dark and cool and nice

use the bits of bone and teeth for clattering as dice

let the coarse powder turn your soft hands grey

blend it with some ochre river clay

fashion a bowl to ornament a table’s surface

or for serving soup or stew

savory or sweet wholly wholesome 

nourishing to you

finally i’ll have fulfilled my purpose