When I am dead I want to be <br />buried without ceremony. <br /> As nourishment to feed a tree <br />that’s planted in my memory. <br /> <br />I just express the way I feel. <br />Gravestones are cold have no appeal. <br />A living tree is much more real <br />Than any monumental deal <br /> <br />The carcase that I leave behind <br />bereft of life is deaf and blind <br /> was never me but was designed <br />to keep my spirit close confined. <br /> <br />Death cut the strings and turned me loose <br />My spirit now completely free <br />What’s left is of but little use <br />except perhaps to feed a tree. <br /> <br />22-Feb-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fulfilment-4/
