To my son
When I die
Don’t bury me beneath
a mound of earth
Unless
You also plant
strawberries on me.
When I die
Don’t burn me to ashes
Unless
You take me out on the
deep ocean and
Scatter me to the
winds and the swell.
When I die
Don’t cool the sausage
rolls
With hymns
Unless you have
composed the music yourself
And play it on your
own trumpet
Loud enough to wake
me.
When I die
Don’t say a lot of
exaggerated platitudes
About the man I was,
Just read a couple of
my best poems
To show how much I
loved your mother.
When I die
Pause in your stride
And then go on being
the man you are,
Show me your best
photos
And email when you
need me.
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