A poem about life, death, tomatoes, product placement, and rebirth
Sacrament
I want to be a sacrament
When I die
Mix my ashes with garden soil, Miracle Gro
Put us in the plot I tilled and tended every spring
Plant tomatoes — Beefsteaks, Better Boys and Brandywines
Water well
And when we ripen
Slice us thick and lay us out…