“If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture – that is immortality enough for me.” Edward Abbey
Thoughts On A Decomposition Still, as dead today, hide glistening in the sun, unmoved by summer's straight glare, no more to roam this land now laid on this roadside bier for all to mourn tomorrow, as the days are counted and flesh and blood decompose into the hungered soil where nothing is ever lost, even immortalised, in the great giving back. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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