(three)

Earth, where the worms live,
Begin the holes in the body.

Worms prepare eternity for me.

I've dressed for that dirt.

The words in life I've used 

Sometimes have bruised 

So like fruit words are rotten oranges.

I have seen the sea,

Seen the way it blocks out god

And nurses it's children.

Beaches are covered in shells,

Broken relics.

It soothes so damned much

Washing over like I'm a stone

At the shores edge,

Carrying away with it

The sharpness of broken promises.

Sky where the birds fly

Preparing you for when you die.

Blue as far as our eyes perceive.

I believe we won't leave 

Many behind.