Lay me out on a petrified log
and let the sun crucify me
driving its warmth like nails through
this temporal skin and bones.
Hire the ants to carry quartz crystals
to adorn this dead hair,
then invite the lizards to dance the dirge.
When the funeral is done
leave me alone to turn to stone.
Inscription found on the bottom of a petrified foot:
“I was never born. I have never died.”