Beautiful decay

My disintegration smells of moss
Fungus and fern
Sweating in the lair

A bed of golden leaves
Autumn child I came
Autumn child I am leaving

Curled up
Naked offering

Mother Earth
Feast on my flesh
Quench your thirst with my blood

Creatures of the Underworld
Carve beaters and flutes

Out of my bones

I
am
sound.