MOTHER
Is that all I have been
No name to call my own
Not sister or daughter or wife
Who will remember
How quickly forgotten
In the blink of an eye
In Octu Oculi
The bole of a tree is my shelter
The earth worms my companions
Crack'ed bark will talk to me
I will listen
And when lichen viridian and moss soft green
cover this marker
I will be consumed by nature
Turn full circle
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
My sum total
My being
My all
Lies beneath this cheapened stone
Unremarkable
