A Green Funeral

In the veld in a place where the vultures would see,
he stood naked and killed the cancer with a single shot.

The headlines were sensational, censorious the words,
but Gaia received him without comment and asked no fee.

Too deep for the roots of trees, most lie boxed and rot,
while he is grown in the grass and flown in the birds.

A Poem by James A. Harrison

Links that explore the concept of a green funeral:

The dead and buried
become trees
who lift up their arms
to call the deaf.
With their long fingers
and green tongues,
they divulge the secrets
of the Earth's heart.

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