The Power Poem by jan oskar hansen
The Power
Flower Power
When I die, my body shall not be ashes and
strewn upon the sea, it’s polluted enough as it is.
No, dig it six foot deep under my almond tree,
let it absorb my flesh.
If it turns out that have I a soul too, I bequeath
it to the tree as well, it will then be more careful
in whose path it strews pink & white flowers on
cold winters days
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