Will you forget that flesh in which I’ve dwelt, <br /> which was my poem, although it was born before? <br />Will you forget this flesh, this head, this pelt, <br /> this frame of bone: this form I so deplore? <br />When I’ve finished, know what you’ve felt, <br /> remember no more.<br /><br />Phillip Ellis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forget-me-forget-me-not/
