Into the Grave

Here, 

from where I stand,

The sky looks closer,

and ground grins back,

in a wicked holler,

While the empyrean calls,

with a lover's song,

The soil screams and declares,

"With me alone, your form belong"

A smoke rises,

from the devilish black,

and I fall in my grave, 

with a slaying thwack,

But stunned were the land,

the dust and the grime,

when the muddy casket,

Flashed and shined,

My soul had left, the crumbling form,

and exclaimed aloud, of impending storm,

"Take my frame, let it rust and fade,

but my soul is enduring, 

and sharp like a spade,

Keep what now lays, decaying and rotting,

As I traverse, to the one,

Who deserves to own me!"