In honor of my home state of Washington legalizing human composting I dug up (hahaha) an old poem where I consider the alternative to burial or cremation, although I didn’t know it was a thing at the time I certainly was intrigued by the idea and the beauty it holds in it.
or https://crosscut.com/2019/05/dust-dirt-human-composting-coming-wa
If an heirloom tomato were
a body part,
might it be a kidney.
Quartered and sliced
aspirating a fine mist
seeds and juice spill
and soak into the cutting board.
A cherry tomato would be an eyeball,
of course.
The only difference between
the old me, listening to Led Zeppelin III
and me listening now,
is that I now have the wisdom to not
try to hit the high notes.
Restraint.
An over-ripened Roma
might be a thyroid gland,
or boiled and peeled it
becomes a swollen lymph node.
Slices become columns,
now juice and seeds are puddling,
columns into squares.
Of course the Beefsteak would be
the typical enlarged American heart.
Maybe when I die I could be composted
by the state, then They could sell me to
gardeners across the region.
My final act of charity.
It all boils down to one revolving one.
That’s the beauty of it isn’t it…
🙂
nice! i’ve got a little
bin to crawl into 🙂
But, but, but, but, they can’t monetize that!
true dat!
but, imagine selling solid
gold eternal compost bins 🙂
Haha! Imagine the jealousy of all the other composters and their family member’s when they see YOUR eternal gold compost bin!