The Botanical Burial of The Baobab Tree

plant this seed in desert soil, with hands buried beneath the earth in the formation of prayer

here I rest evermore being diamond by lullabies of cosmic and temporal realms painted by a lineage of blood streaked ancestry

inside this holy cavity, I give myself to the branches that loom fruit of velvet; every brim pulling at the crown of the stars - kissing them with god woven nectar

golden horizon threaded through your bark, may hollow bird bones mark my grave - a promise to be given back to whence I was born

blessed be this burial, let my lashes lap up the dust

scar the bark with the initial of your heart to feed this barren terrain

glorified, let my frame immortalize the songbird of my soul

for this exalted cultivation

this tranquil home

    (photograph above by Eric Ross)