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



If not then not at all