Under the willow tree
I buried her body.
(Hacked into pieces
and stuffed in a bag.)

The tree’s roots will feed
when they break through the bag
on rotten flesh
and dirt-filled organs.

It’s okay for her.
She returns to the Earth.
A planet she cared for
very little anyways.

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