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No service in a chapel

No graveside mourning for me

 

No announcements

No pronouncements

No fake or heartfelt sympathy

 

Don’t put me in a casket

I would not even ask it

 

Just burn me in a box

No shoes no shirt no sox

 

Then put the bits that’s left of me

Inside my pots under my trees

 

And in the dark past midnight

When the hours are wee and small

Just think of me with fondness

 

OR

If not then not at all