THE LAST NOW

may my death be
an improvisation
a casual glance of sun

obscuring the scream of brakes
so that I may never know
I am dead

rather than the slow dying
of a hospital bed
the endless moment

overflowing
into the last
now

and let there be
no funeral service
spare me your tears

so that only in death
do I become
the "good man" I never was

scatter me amongst
bird song
so that I am

now the sea...now the sky
the line in between
an end and a beginning

this new
horizon
of self