When I die,
do not mourn.
Do not wear black,
and don't wear fake frowns either.
When I die,
feed me to lions.
Maybe ravens,
as well.
Let them pick at me,
and eat my bones an skin,
after all,
all I leave is body.
When I die,
don't bury me.
Send me off,
on a burning boat.
Make sure I go far into the sea,
never to be seen again,
a mysterious floating boat with nothing on it,
but a body in the horizon.
When I die,
remember I am a body then,
and nothing more.
When I die,
remember the haunting laugh and droopy eyes,
and don't cry near any sort of coffin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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