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by JD Clay



They gave me Brubeck and Picasso

But I'd sooner Walden Pond

With platinum rain tiptoeing cross

The meadow and beyond



Barefoot blades of sunlight bathed

The crystalline and chrome

And cracked the stone I laid upon

To cull my catacomb



The wolf came sniffing round my neck

Columned ants to purge my bone

With Pleiades in parallel

Harmonic winds have blown








Author's Note: I think of the human body as nothing more than an earth suit, a vehicle that transports our higher consciousness to the next dimension. Call me crazy, but it is my fondest wish (although highly illegal) to support the environment in the highest degree by positioning myself in an undisclosed, remote, location at the time of my transition and allow nature to recycle my remains and feed the forest, first come, first serve. No burial, no cremation, no ceremony, no plaque, no jadi.

Posted on 04/06/2005
Copyright © 2019 JD Clay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 04/06/05 at 06:02 PM

Yes, we do want to imagine that final ceremony of ours full to the brim with mourners who fall to their knees calling out our name, praising our beauty as noble human beings, and comparing us to the greats as they drape our ceremony with their poems, songs, and artwork. Actually, it is quite humorous JD, and this you imply so subtly beneath the crystal clear images you provide. Well, at least this is what I saw beneath. Not to say that wanting a ceremonious farewell or giving a ceremonious farewell is funny, but only to say that our common traditions are based on such intense notions of fear and not on any kind of spiritual logic (if I may use these two terms together). Yes, this poem is one I can clearly identify with as there can be no greater ceremony than that which the earth itself provides by nurturing itself upon your body, “wolf…sniffing round my neck Columned ants to purge my bone…Pleiades in parallel” – all of nature harmonious and balanced coming together to take back that which it has originally given. Beautifully said JD, and most beautiful in its conclusion, “The winds of change have blown” – the winds of change which, in their constant changing, remain the ever the same. I love it!

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/07/05 at 01:56 PM

Well, the body is the carrier of our BEING. How does it matter what happens to body once it has served its purpose. Eventually it has to disintegrate into its basic elements. What matters is your BEING, before or after.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/07/05 at 01:56 PM

Well, the body is the carrier of our BEING. How does it matter what happens to body once it has served its purpose. Eventually it has to disintegrate into its basic elements. What matters is your BEING, before or after.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/05 at 01:14 PM

As always, an evocative poem from start to finish, with a depth and peception this reader has easily and happily fallen into. Well done jadi.

Posted by David R Spellman on 04/09/05 at 01:46 PM

I don't think you're crazy - not for this idea anyway! *wink* This is a superbly written vision and wish that I hope will not be fulfilled for many years to come.

Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 04/09/05 at 06:48 PM

The best recycling poem I've ever read.

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/10/05 at 12:37 AM

Very deep and meaningful words...however I must disagree about your idea of going out somewhere and letting nature have its way with your body because death is for those who are left behind, and those left behind might not be able to live with that...noble tho!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/10/05 at 02:17 AM

At first I thought you might be referring to the pope! :) A fascinating perspective. Couldn't have very many doing it! But "dust to dust" without intermediary action by man not a bad idea!

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/13/05 at 02:58 PM

You know, you aren't so crazy. I always wonder why people will purchase durable caskets with a seal so that the body won't decompose!

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/14/05 at 06:50 PM

Way to go - the expression of a poet in word and deed :)

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/14/05 at 10:01 PM

I must have missed this when it was first posted JD. Your effortless, flowing style deserves this No 1 ranking. I agree with your take on the "suit." Pity it seems to need ironing as its wisdom accumulates ;)

Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 04/14/05 at 10:23 PM

I have this tree in the woods where I played as a youth. I've often thought of sitting at its base, beneath an overgrowth of wild orchids, the setting sun sparkling through the branches, and giving up my essence in order to offer what was left to nurture the epitome of nature that is this spot. Peaceful and seductive. After reading your similar desires, I offer you a spot beneath its shady boughs - So true, well done, pull up some turf. - Namaste, RCat

Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/14/05 at 10:44 PM

Your cosmic reflection causes me to face a reality I prefer to ignore but now find a bit easier. I hope I can see myself, in those final moments, in a happy transition to the great onness-mystery. Thanks for this artful and gentle jolt.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/14/05 at 11:08 AM

I as well would opt for nature to be mulch back to its pristine state and a harkening and venturing back to the garden and would leave not only my shoes but the skin of all my woes at the gate. two thumbs up for this green thumber.

Posted by JJ Johnson on 09/21/05 at 01:35 PM

A deep, thought provoking poem, this has me considering my own mortality and demise. If we knew the moment of our passing, we could plan for so many things, tie up all the loose ends we all leave behind when we pass on to whatever after life there may be. It's so hard to keep up with all the changing factors. Personally, I want to leave my body for recycling whatever parts might be usable by others, and the parts that can't be transplanted can be used for medical research. There is no need to bury anything in an over-crowded cemetery. I think there is plenty in the forest for wolves and worms already. JJ

Posted by A. Paige White on 10/22/06 at 05:15 AM

ahem... a hymm... for the dearly and clearly undeparted pardon my coughin' I think I'm strangulatin' in my coffin... must be jadi's floatin' particles achew! I say hey hey! Great writin'!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/08/07 at 06:11 AM

Here lies the beautiful poem "Expiry". Outlasting all it glows like "Pleiades in parallel". It's maker left off his listening and sailed out like a white bird over the "platinum" surface of Walden Pond. His musical centerpiece where "Barefoot blades of sunlight bathed" lull us into a musical bliss until we are startled by "stone I laid upon to cull my catacomb". (I did not know the word "Expiry" and now I will never forget it)--the combination of (last) breath linked with death... and for me overtones, allusions of wind sand and stars... Rather than a formal architecture (tomb) we have "columned ants"--an ingenious description and the rightness of "harmonic winds" and star aligned a perfect ending. The author's note makes more specific the message--as an afterthought--but it is all self contained, basically in the poem. Beautiful jadi, so right in tune with this poet to imagine such a "transition" I would seek out this spot and stay, plant a tree and feel the days and nights go by and hear the music over his Pond where "harmonic winds have blown".

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/22/09 at 05:04 PM

Your feelings about burial are very interesting 9to say the least) I'm afraid of being eaten by maggots, afraid of cremation, and I'm convinced that if I'm not wearing clothes (preferably a mini dress LOL), nobody will reconize me. While I'm not scared of ding, living to a "ripe old age" scares the hell out of me! A beautiful write, JD!

Posted by V. Blake on 08/03/10 at 12:59 AM

I wish I could legitimately claim myself to be the tiniest subset of the kinds of clever that you are. This is fantastic, though I expected nothing less.

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