Mingling in Soil

Brush your fingers over my eyes,
Close them as they will not blink again,
Caress my mouth close,
As sounds will not emit no more.

Clean and wash me till I clean,
As I go to my new home,
Sing me the songs of prayer,
Spreading warmth amongst the soil

Once in a while think of me,
And my whereabouts,
Repent after you see me,
As your turn is in line.

Pray for me,
Always.