who cares if there
are flowers on my corpse
if I'm dead?
if love is your intent
then bring me
some good memories
and things you learned
to make your life easier
and more worth living.
wrap it up in a rusted coffee can
from some dark alley where babies lie in dumpsters
and place it somewhere all can see and be comforted
that someone thought about them, and cared
about why their lives ended, and tried to understand
not to punish, but to prevent it.
give me life in my death,
and not sorrow for
what you forgot to do
or not do, to prevent
yourself from being hurt
on the day I leave here.
funerals are for the ones who are left here,
because the only thing I intend
to leave you after material possessions
are divied out,
is the same thing since the day
I first looked in your eyes,
the gratitude for having shared moments together.
we have all been dying since the day we were born,
and if we arrive at our final resting place in peace,
and not at the hands of violence,
then we have been granted more than enough
to say we have been blessed.
I spend my days now thinking what a beautiful soul you are.
5:35 PM 8/4/2013 ©