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.