When I die, lay me down under a willow tree by Peyton Michelle Bryant
When I die, lay me down under a willow treefacing my mountains dressed in blue. Bury me in the costume jewelry my grandmother gave me-a ring on every fingertwo on each pinky and thumb.Put me in the ground with my pewter wolf still nestled in the hollow of my throat and my sword around my neck. I don’t want a fancy coffin;leave me to the crows I loved so much in life.Let my body be my final gift to the land.Promise to only tell the truth.Tell the truth of how I burned.Sometimes like the sunlightthat peppers your eyelids with kisses in the dog days of summer-some days like a wildfire devouring…
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