The rain is gone
Look...
They're already here

A mango split beneath the tree,
golden flesh turned soft and brown
Tiny wings are shining there
Little feet are gathering round

Yesterday it hung above us,
sweet and heavy in the sun
Now it feeds a hundred mouths
Isn't that beautiful?

Nothing disappears
Nothing goes away
It only becomes smaller
and learns another name

Little gods of rot,
come and take what we cannot keep
Little gods of soil,
carry every sweetness deep

Break it softly
Break it slowly
Give each little piece away
Death is only life divided
into smaller gods

White threads bloom beneath the bark,
pale as hair beneath the earth
Mushrooms rise beside the roots
where something little died last night

A beetle works inside the wood
A worm moves gently through the mud
No one taught them how to pray
Still, they never stop

Nothing is wasted
Nothing is unclean
The smallest mouths are holy
when they return us to the green

Little gods of rot,
come and take what we cannot keep
Little gods of soil,
carry every sweetness deep

Break it softly
Break it slowly
Give each little piece away
Death is only life divided
into smaller gods

Little god...
Little god...
Take a piece
Take a piece
There is enough
for everyone

I found a bird beside the path,
rain still shining on its wings
Its little chest will rise no more
Its little throat has lost its song

I hold it gently in my hands
It feels much lighter than before
But underneath its feathers,
something has already begun

Hello

The ants will come
The flies will come
The roots will drink what reaches down
The rain will carry something away
The moss will keep something behind

One day a flower may open here
One day a fruit may grow
And someone hungry may lift it up
and taste this little bird again

Nothing disappears
Nothing disappears
Nothing...

They told me once to fear decay
To close my nose
To turn away
To bury deep
what should not stay

But why be frightened
when the gods are eating?
Why call it filth
when life is changing hands?
Why mourn the shape
when nothing inside it
has learned how to end?

Flesh to fly
Fly to frog
Frog to soil
Soil to root
Root to fruit
Fruit to mouth
Mouth to flesh
And round again
Flesh to fly
Fly to frog
Frog to soil
Soil to root
Root to fruit
Fruit to mouth
Mouth to flesh
And round...

When my hands are cold one day,
please don't keep them clean
Place me where the rain can reach
Leave my hair among the leaves

Do not hide me from the insects
Do not close me from the earth
I don't want to stay one thing
when I could become so many

Give me away

Let a thousand little mouths
remember what I was
Let a thousand little bodies
carry pieces of my blood
Let the roots take what they need
Let the beetles take the rest

If everything is holy,
then nothing should be kept

Little gods of rot,
come and take what we cannot keep
Little gods of soil,
carry every sweetness deep

Break me softly
Break me slowly
Give each little piece away
Death is only life divided
into smaller gods

Little gods of rot,
I can hear you underneath
In the fruit
Inside the wood
In every warm and changing thing

Take it softly
Take it gladly
Nothing living dies alone
Death is only life returning
through a thousand little gods

Eat well
There is plenty

And when it is my turn...
don't be shy
Mm...
Nothing disappears