Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Let me be buried in the rain
In a deep, dripping wood,
Under the warm wet breast of Earth
Where once a gnarled tree stood.
And paint a picture on my tomb
With dirt and piece of bough
Of a girl and a boy beneath a round pipe moon
Eating of love with an eager spoon
And vowing an eager vow.
And do not keep my plot mowed smotth
And clean as a spinster's bed,
But let the weed, the flower, the tree,
Riotous, rampant, wild, and free,
Grow high above my head.
Written by Helene Johnson (1906-1995)
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