When I’m dead
Which won’t be wrong
I want no flowers
No tender song
I want no funeral
A casket isn’t in need
I may prefer it
To lie in the weeds
Leave no gravestone
It is nothing I will see
Leave no markings
Just leave me
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I would like to translate this poem
A death unsung, unwept and unhonored! Any how too early to think of death! Just 24!