Precy Brozas Varilla
First Last Wish
If grace finally heeds my cry and whisks me away
Or if in the morrow I fortunately rouse no more
To bask in peace; relish the delights of the day
Grant my wishes in death, I beg you before I soar.
I fear the uncertainty down below; dark and grey
Hence, bury me not in the ground but burn me
‘Til I’m nothing but ashes; silky and in humility lay
With the flames, my misery in sadness I shall free.