Do Not Disturb (Poetry)

If anyone should find me at any time lying somewhere
flat out in a field staring sightless up at some star
and think they’ve a duty and should tidy death neatly away
and not leave things to Nature abandoned just as they are
then perhaps reconsider — who has the god-given right to interfere?
Please do not disturb. Imagine I am quite happy rotting right here

With rain on my face and numerous bugs at home in my hair
the soft earth at my back and nothing on Earth left to do
but dream and slowly decay with no stress and no pain
and nothing to spoil the hereafter’s spectacular view
so do please leave me in peace — let the elements ravage with care
I am resting quite perfectly free as a bird in the air

While the shell of my body breaks down and sinks into the soil
the release of the spirit to wander the hills as it will
untethered to stone with a name that marks out a mean plot
convention’s small gaol where the departed line rigid until
resurrection or bulldozing — whichever event occurs first
the RIP’s no guarantee — let the not-dead-only-sleeping do their worst

Not for me that dull graveyard where visitors trail looking glum
but a rough scrubby patch far away from the fuss and the fret
where a coffinless me can gaze skywards and time has no claim
for the sun and the snow have no memory of me — cannot forget
how I was — who I ever once strived or pretended was me
so allow bones to crumble and do not disturb. Let it be