Don’t bury me in a cemetery
below the pockmarked blocks
that romanticize the forgotten.
Bury me next to an abandoned school
where memories of younger days
mix with decay.
Bury me next to a lighthouse
wherein the dark
light can still be seen.
Bury me next to a waterfall
where what has fallen
still continues forward.
Bury me where a gravestone
is not the only sight
worth seeing.
