When the time is come
a Viking funeral
is what I want.

No crass military honors,
no graveside of grieving.

Place me in the boat
soaked with flammable unguents,
mould my rigid arms
around my life's sword
and push me into the current.

There I will glide alone
until one precise arrow
sings its firey song
and I depart this world
in a burst of flames,

like a warrior, like a man.

  ~mce