Birth, Death, Resurrection.

This is my religion.

It is what my mother taught me.

She taught me how to resurrect

bones.

Meat.

Weeds.

Leaves.

Scraps.

Scat.

And now my daughter asks:

“Will this go back to Earth?”

Devotion:

this is what I care for.

Faith:

I have no doubt.

What we do in this small temple,

it is righteous.

It is holy.

Decomposition is life.

I decompose.