Into the Earth
Put me in a coffin
where sunlight does not
get in. Shadows are
alright. I will let them
in as I go into the earth.
Buried in my finest suit,
leave the handkerchief
out. Under branches
and soft grass and some
flowers, my face toward
the sky. That is my right.
I need no tombstone.
Let my body rest.
Come visit me sometimes.
In the light of day pray
for me and mourn me.
But please do not cry.
Read a poem for me.
Let the words surround me.
Let the words echo.
Read a poem for me.
The earth under me will move.
And I will remain
in the shadows,
and if there are any cracks,
I will not escape.
I like it here.
I had enough of light
and the wind that calls my name.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal was born in Mexico. He lives in California and works in the mental health field.His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, The Literary Underground, Unlikely Stories, and
Yellow Mama Webzine. His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions.
His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.
