When I Die Burry Me In A Poem
When I die burry me in a poem
I am six fot six so make my poem
Seven foot long
Make it from rich azure tales of Arabian nights
Make the walls strong to ptotect
My remains from a Poe's delight
Rest my head on a pillow of silken vowels
Line the walls with chiffon and wolfen howls
Place inside the words of my poems
Lest I be presumptous, under my tongue, a copper coin
Lest they forget, leave tbe calendar of my last living date
So all can ponder how fragile life is, Death a certain fate
Finally, bury me six syllables deep
I pray, that my poems, for them to keep
June 25,2012
poem by Midnights Voice
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