And they asked Diogenes
how he'd like to be buried
and he said: 'Just scatter my parts
well outside the City'
'But Diogenes
then the wild creatures
will get to the parts -
you don't mind being eaten
up by the creatures? '
'Oh, I hadn't considered that -
just provide me with a staff then
with which I might chase away the creatures'
'Oh, but Diogenes -
how will you do that when you are dead? '
'Oh, I hadn't considered that…
Well then, but why should I worry
what eats me after I'm dead? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem