EMBALM ME:

Upon my demise, please lay me not in sod,

I must look my best to meet my waiting God,

Not be moth eaten, nor nibbled by the worm,

Not licked by flames, hot to make bones squirm.

 

First wash me in raindrops & misted salt of seas,

Dry my old flesh, in the breathing of soft breeze,

Please embalm me softly, in Angel´s satin breath,

Let silken webs of spiders, mantle me on my death.

 

Place a tiara upon my head, of dewdrop´s rosy tears,

Paint my cheeks with kisses, of snowdrop´s icy spears,

Then lay me down gently, in earth´s sweet mossy arms,

So that I may see the heavens & her very many charms.