Ziploc

Sealed fresh
in her ziploc bag
freezer ready, ready
to wait
since mortals do not favor
death
her dead muscles will
be preserved
like ice-hardened chicken
breast, long gone
in that ice chest under
six feet of earth and
worms and various
compost
until God takes her out,
check for freezer burn
and she thaws
alongside the wine
that toasts immortality.