many have suggested fire
but I choose not to become cremains
I want a plain pine bed
no magic elixirs
in my veins
why waste fluid
and time, treasured commodities,
before the *******
if law did not proscribe,
I would gladly let a stout stranger
toss me into a raging river
though my kin
may protest, fishes, crustaceans
would rejoice
after all,
lesser creatures
are always hungry
and grateful
an old piece I decided to let go today--nothing new is yet coming