If I Die Poem by Nelson Vincent

If I die,
Let me be buried in this vault
Let my casket be of gold
Let my body be embalmed with spices
For if I die, I die


If I die,
Let me smell nicely in death
Like a bride taken in marriage
Let me be in the best robes
Worn by men in the list of forbes
For if I die, I die

If I die
Let me upon royal stools be laid
For in death, I know I'm paid
Let my graveyard smell of honey
As I fall in the shoes of late Ooni
For If I die, I die

If I die,
Let my fantasies be upheld
And these vanities vanish
For when a man drops dead
Victory's won, war vanquishes
If I die, I die.