when i die cut off my hands and burn them; anything good ive ever made ive done with those two parts of this weak, imperfect body.
mix their ashes with the earth so i can still use them to make life after my own-
and i will create works of art in the leaves of trees, in blooms of flowers,
and in the breeze that will carry them away,
to make those verdant havens dance and sway
with me
after my last ... more