Contemplating

They laid me down, naked and unshriven, in the freshly hollowed earth - fragrant and cold, on fallow land. Above me, the sky pressed down - close enough to touch. If my body were still my own, I would have wiped the dust streaks off my skin, I would have crushed the grass to have it scent my hands. I would have laughed, I would have roared of freedom. I would have cried. I would have closed my eyes. I would have mourned. 

 I died today.