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Instructions for My Funeral

by Jeremy Hulatt

  • Take my dead
  • and root-like fingers
  • in your grip.
  • Drag my sour body through
  • the jungle’s wet dust.
  • Pull me by one arm
  • along the trails to Arrecifes.
  • Wrap me in muddy canvas.
  • Carry me on burro’s back,
  • in pieces if you must,
  • to where the morning smells of musk
  • and the sun bites down through fern and ivy.
  • Carry me to where the rocks
  • have pounded the mountainous shore –
  • where the sea is launched to thunder
  • and a white hiss of foam.

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