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| One of the most remote graveyards in America...trust me. |
What Good Remains
disturb no dirt when I depart
leave the earth alone
topple no trees
carve no cross
carry no casket
pluck not a flower
donate what good remains
place the remains on a hill and
thank the scavengers I so love
cry no tears
remember how I believed heaven a mountain, a river, a snowstorm
recall how I said I would return in the wind, the waves
listen to the ravens, the leaves, the caribou click
forget not how I saw life everywhere and
know that is where I went
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