DON’T HOLD A FUNERAL WHEN I DIE

DON’T HOLD A FUNERAL WHEN I DIE

 

I wonder

When and if I die

What shall be written

On my epitaph?

Shall it be blank grey?

There’s nothing about me to say.

When I meet my demise

When the scythe covers me

With its shining silver

And hurls me deep

Under all humanity

What shall be said

In my eulogy?

Nothing worth remembering, really

At least I’m six feet under

And blissfully unaware

Of everyone pouring out

Their hidden animosities

They all kept from me

-achalcyon

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