I want to be covered from head to toe
while laying on the cold forest soil
leaves around my freezing body
and be clad in cotton grey and muddy
I want to hear the wolfs howl
and the birds in morning breeze
after I slept on icy roots
of a dead trunk’s hovering shadow.
I want to marble as a figurine
concrete to overcome my heart
the vessels of blood
may lose their flow
to concrete quenching its dry love.