• I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
    With tigery stripes, and a face on it
    Round as the moon, to stare up.
    I want to be looking at them when they come
    Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
    I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
    Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
    I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
    They will wonder if I was important.