One sign that it’s composting is that it doesn’t try to return to origins—the drive is onward not recuperative. (Projective not bounded.) (Paratactic not hypotactic.) (A serial poem not a crown of sonnets.)
Soil is where anything turns to potentially anything else. Passing as it has to through a phase of being no-thing. Compost is human participation in soil, as gardener or corpse.
One imperative—to make also highest the lowest on the so-called food chain—the microbes and maggots atop that discompose the corpse.