When I leave this body and the poetry within me dies <br />I don’t care what happens to it <br />Put it in a giant plastic trash or lawn bag <br />Throw me in the bay to feed the fishes <br />Leave me for the bears and other animals in the woods <br />Food for the common good; life and death as it should be <br />When I leave this body and the poetry within me dies…. <br />I’m alright with whatever happens <br />Because on paper the maggots are nothing more <br />Than my critics reproducing…. <br /> <br />2008 © T S<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flies-on-ted/
