Will there come a time that I long for death?

Or will I wish desperately not to have to leave?

Could this not be one of the most unsettling human thoughts?

One of us will go first

I am healthy

You are old

Dark deathly clad

Or

Angel winged

Long after

I’d like an elephant to caress my dried bones

And my great-grandchildren to desperately seek

Which path I took out of my body

And chart my exact location

Just in case

I want to make a quick come back

And jump into a half-built body

Midstream

For a moment

To feel gloriously unsettled

Author of Death Nesting and Ancient Death Doula Series. Feeding Your Demons Facilitator. Community Deathcare teacher. Mama of three. www.annemariekeppel.com

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