Will

When I die I want not the urn
nor do I desire the ground.
Why leave a reminder through the years
for people who will shed no tear
Why leave an immortal mockery of my mortality?

When I die I yearn
for someplace to disappear
and return to my womb of earth.
A place where I become forgotten
and leave no trace of my existence

 


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