The Burial Of Matthew Scott Harris

The undertaker drew deep breath. 
He exhaled little billows of cold air 
while awaiting hearst carrying my 
lifeless body. Prior to death, I took 
special pains to select an ideal plot. 

A mossy glen with a mill by the pond
of boyhood swimming hole served
the ideal welcome mat for return
of this native son long gone from
his family estate of Glen Elm. Death

struck unexpectedly while dodging
madding crowd jostling glimpse
this renown author, where fame
seemed destined to track me down.

As advocate of countless essays
on inalienable rights for all creatures
large and small, no pause (paws from
hounding local populace offered
peace of mind. Until now. The

prospect of dying never scared
this non-believer. Cessation of
consciousness essentially served
completing life in corporeal
form and reconstituted physical

being into grist for other organisms
to flourish. Karma and glorious
unique characteristic comprising
respective charisma, dogma, and
persona (generally comprising

(a riddle wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma to the world)
absorbed after contract with
cosmic creator lapsed. Brief
occupancy on terra firmae in

scribed in genetic code (merely
a blink of an eye in universal
schema) gave now deceased
dreamer notion to maximize enjoy
ment of each day. One need

not globe trot (and boast of es
pying exotic places), but could
experience inner harmony by
imbibing present state of mind
fulness. Simple pleasures

abounded in wild or evoked
via creative imagination of
august writers supplied ample
sustenance for satisfaction.

Contemplative and introspective
mien prompted Eros discerning
grand canyon of Mother Nature
in tandem with personal motive
to indulge like-minded thinkers

since beginning of time. Any
given day frequently found thoughts
turning over every figurative jagged
rolling stone, when grim reaper

might spring surprise visit, which
metaphysical thought interestingly
enough gave sigh of relief. Why?
Upon termination enjoying existence
in living color, the eradication, sans

file of pet peeves mine i.e. (anxiety/
panic attacks interwoven with inxs
of obsessive depressive compulsive
behavior), would dissolve into basic
elements of earth, wind and fire.

Marshall matters of non-entity
dimension would assume command.
Those former psychological trials,
would be relinquished from parasite

role recomposing cells of one mortal
man (me) into matter recycled into
raw materiel other organisms feast
upon. Basic constituent cells of this
Homo sapiens would become necessary

seeds for other manifestation (albeit
plant or animal development). Molecular
features would assume novel combinations
thru degradation of flesh, yet improvisation

of biology would wield wasted corpse
that epitomized an articulate, civil,
enumerate, glib, invertebrate, kind
male into novel marvels of unpredict
able genus and species.