THE WILL

I opened his last will, what he wished for after his demise, "bury me facing the earth, let no one see my wretched face, lest they follow let no one view my helpless body for in life no one cared to look, let no one bore you with an elegy let mortal shed a tear or let out a wail, for in life I mourned my death even before my time let all come to feast on the remains of what I once thought to be dear only for it to let me slip into the abyss bury me face down," now tell me how you would break this to a mourning widow, infant tugging at her dress, all tears shed, then this, yet you think my work as easy