When I am dead, <br />six feet below <br />and rain softens the ground <br />I will scrape the earth away <br />with cold, stiff hands <br />and wave at passers by. <br /> <br />I will take pleasure in the torment, <br />laugh zanily and call to them. <br />My bones will rattle with delight <br />as they run and scream. <br />What mischief, what fun <br />I will have when I die. <br /> <br />I'll not let the living <br />forget me, no! <br />I'll prop myself up <br />to be a nuisance <br />and cackle and creek <br />to reap my revenge on life.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-am-dead-10/
