When I die,
Bury me amongst the dregs of hollowed trees
And the roots of toiled labor.
Let me to lie in stale coffins with starry nights to light the pages
And illuminate sullen misfortune.
Philosophize o’er my bones
Until they spring anew with ripened integrity.
Now watch! Now watch!
The bone dance jilts and murmurs in ecstasy
Waiting for that long awaited tug,
To rip the flesh,
And twirl like the marionette of some deranged drunkard
Who peddles his wares amongst the loons and pioneers.
When I die,
Watch as I burst into flame.
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