Graveyard

I would not wish to be buried among you cold lifeless things, hard blocks, 
meant for memory, but remind us only of those lost. 
No desire have I to be added in among you, alone and forgotten.
Scattered to the wind, with no earthly body left behind, that is how I wish to fade away.
Created from dust, to dust shall I return.

Just something that unraveled in my mind the other day, I think it sprang from my own desire not to be buried in the ground.
Is this morbid of me? To be thinking about the state in which I wish to be made after death? I don't know, but this is the poem- like writing that came from it.