When I Die (A Deadball Poem) - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

when i die,
they promise me, i would be given
a tour
a travel for free

as i leave my body
for those
who want to water
it with tears

so many tears
like rain, a flood of rain
a chant of my goodness
a concealment of all the bad deeds
i have inflicted

when i die
those you love me shall weep for nine days
and give a party in my name
on the 45th day
of my departure

when i die
those who pretend to love me shall weep with them
and assure them
about my goodness
(their tongues on their cheeks)
and too they will eat the food served on the table
and drink and be sorry
for me

when i die
i have this assurance that i will be free

and who cares
about sincerity and plasticity
around my dead body behind my memories

i am gone
and let them take care of their troubles

i am taking this complete tour for free
on wings
that still they do not have....

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

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