Human Composting (100 words)
The world didn’t end with Dad dead.
Only tilted its axis, making the world unfocused.
He was everything to everyone one day,
reborn into a vase, the next.
My brother took dad’s “feet” to a family plot
in a cemetery edged by balding grass,
sealing them in a puka, drilled into a marble
It takes over a century for marble to
disintegrate–trapping dad until his “feet”
can feed the soil.
Human composting is not legal in Hawaii,
but the aina already carries the hollow
weight of his heart–bamboo brooms having
swept away the weight of his prints.
Human Composting (50 words)
The world’s axis tilted
when Dad died.
He was reborn
into a vase.
My brother sealed
his “feet” in a puka
inside a marble headstone.
In time, his feet
will feed the soil.
isn’t legal in Hawaii,
but the aina
carries his heart.
swept his prints.