Go Dig My Grave
“Go dig my grave
Both wide and deep
Place a marble stone
At my head and feet
And on my breast
A snow white dove
To tell this world
That I died for love” (Lankum)
A funereal right for a dying planet. A lover’s lament.
For I will wrap you in linen and clean spices. I will knock at the stone’s front door: “It’s only me, let me come in. I want to enter your insides, have a look around, breathe my fill of you.*”
I want to remember you. I want to re -member- you.
Blood of my blood. Bone of my bone. Dust of my dust.
* [Extract from Conversation with a Stone by Wislawa Szymborska]
