blossom

After Liz Berry

let me die on the clay by the rivers edge

so i am carried to the sea

and on my way let each cherry tree

lay its blossom over me

i do not want a coffin god forgive me

to be carried

down the aisle of a church

i want air

water and blossom

let me be so covered in blossom

the birds forget i am flesh

and carry small fragments

of me to their nests let me be

reborn in death let me be blossom

in a flying birds beak let me be soft

lovely blossom

dappling the weed

washed up with the bottles

on the beach

Louie Rudge