Prayer

a poem by Roger B Rueda

Let my body be submerged in the volley 

in a cavernous,

sodden logs,

under the deep drizzling bosom

of soil shaken by quakes

where once

a twisted tree hoisted -

and paint an image

on my sepulchre

with mud and piece of limb

of a lass and a lad

underneath a rotund drum dish

in the skies

eating of affection

with a keen serve

and pledging

an enthusiastic promise -

and do not keep

my patch sheared even

and fresh as a bedstead

of someone spoken for,

but let the wildflower,

the floret, the sapling,

violent, fecund, bare,

and at large,  grow high above my pate.