Hold

 the disturbed soil isn't for you

that's for seeds to fall into

for rain to be cradled by

and for sun to crack into plates

you aren't below its surface

that's for worms to tunnel through

for roots to expand into

and for toads to slumber in

that box isn't your bed

boxes are for cargo or music

or miseries of this earthly existence

and no matter how deep the earth holds you

let me hold you deeper

you can breathe through my lungs

and count the days from the beats of my heart

you can clothe yourself in my skin

stare down your fate through my eyes

and when you finally tire 

you can lay my body down

to that ground you don't belong to