An Elegy Of Myself Poem by Juergen Himmelstoff

As I was going
About the school in my
Habitual way I was almost
Rendered to dust by a van
Coming my way.

And had I left this earth?

Thus spake at my funeral the friend, Stuart:

'He was so bold and oh so proud
of his Norwegian links... and never
seemed to be satisfied with our
government inept. He was a
loving one, despite his dark heart,
and he was always prepared to
laugh, even if it was on his part.
But now he has been confided in
the soil which gave him birth,
interred now indefinitely into this sacred earth.
I'm sure he would get angry now,
I'm sure in fact he'd scream,
as we did not bury him in his hometown,
but just in the local cemetary'

I am glad I am living.