Zen Death Poem

 Zen Death Poem

Dear baby inside my daughter,

Today you are the size of a navel orange.

I am the size of a baby elephant.

Approximately.

Tomorrow we will be 

grapefruits and sea bass,

storefronts and windowsills, 

solar systems and flakes of ash.

You will be a table 

and your parents 

will be the chairs. 

I will be your hair.