Bury my love where the earth is deep, past the earthworms who traveled more freely than we. Bury it where the shovel groans. Against a sediment far stronger and older. - Bury my love beneath the trees, that once leaned heavy with the fruits of compassion. Bury it below the softened bodies, of lush olive branches left to molder. - Bury my love where the land still stands, upon ground that remains unshaken. Bury it where the roots still reach longing. For the waters of distant paradise. - Bury my love. Bury them please. Where the raining ashes of today may never find them.