i bury myself in beach sand
begging the tide to come in
this is cleaner than a funeral
no open grave for grieving
relatives to fall into
not need to rent a backhoe
no need for mourners at all
the sea provides the tears
the waves–sobs
the wind–sighs of loneliness
the gulls–shrieks and laughter
Words and Feathers 
Brilliant!
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
How morose, yet oddly uplifting! I do so love your ability to set and blend moods, Crow; it makes your poetry come alive!
Thanks very much!
So funny – the thought of grave tumbling mourners got me. Definitely a cleaner and easier way to go, but could you really cope with the laughing/ mocking gulls?
I like birds 🦅