Bury me under the wintering sea
call forth storms replete with lightening,
howling with thunder to serenade me
beckon a tsunami, unleash a monolith
to cleanse my soul, set me free
Conjure winds, the breath of eternity
shrieking my epitaph, proclaiming my demise
serve me to the fish, that they may dine on me
voraciously ingesting my flesh and bones
creating a transmogrified legacy
Stand upon the shore, gaze upon immensity
a vast and swollen ocean cradle
rocking my grave endlessly
summon Neptune and entreat this boon
beseech him to whisper my name, lovingly
© Bette O’Callaghan
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