THE DEAD ME

When I'm long gone to the quiet sediments of the lagoon When I succumb to the call up When I fall to a complete shut down When I breath my last breathe When I turn cold - my heart stops beating Stay away, don't decorate the dead me No eulogies - only recitals of my poetry Don't rain in a bunch of moneys The dead me will not need your money For the dead me will not buy in the grave