Glaciers

Would you do me the favor of burying me in the ice?

Tuck me to bed, just for tonight, under this sheet of

Ice and snow and barren, arctic nothingness, won't you?

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Please, slide me into some cave liable to freeze shut,

And let my bones join the rigid structure of water,

Pressing, crushing, laying down all atop me.

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I want to sleep crowned in ice with a dress of it too.

Slippers of blue and diamonds sleeping around a throat

Bared to the cold hands of time and glacier alike.

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Slide me into some pretty crevasse, dark blue,

With a bouquet of snow flowers and mistletoe

And let the the gravity of the glacier do the rest.