I live

Died
and they buried me,
thinking i am no more.
Limited their preception is,
enslaved by materialism
and physicalities.
But
am
Here, with them
though not apparently,
in chunks and pieces,
distributed between
worms, birds and trees.
My flesh fed
a thousand creatures
and indebted, they allow me
to breathe through them
so
am still here
and i will be,
for innumerable
life spans...

                    -Aksa