Cage (I: Ashes and Dust)
I was not cut from a shroud’s cloth,
but I will cut a rug with you
and stay dry under your umbrella.
I was not produced by man’s ribs,
but I would gladly take up residency
inside the cage of yours.
My ashes and dust cannot be claimed,
because they are still blood and love
pumping through my treelike veins.