My Last Wish Poem by Brian Smith

When I die, cut out my heart
And feed it to lions
So that my poor body
May know of greatness and might

When I die, cut out my soul
Bless it to the heavens
So that my poor soul
May know of vastness and light

When I die, cut out my spirit
Send it to my children
So that my energy
May distinguish wrong from right

When I die, cut out my eyes
Offer them to a blind man
So that my vision
May give the gift of sight

When I die, cut out my mind
Offer it to the world
So that my unfinished work
May separate the day from the night