Last wish

The old guy lay in hospital, his family round the bed;
listening to his dieing wish
& this is what he said.

“I've always been a farmhand & mucked out barn & stable.
I've done my bit, at shiftin' ****,
to put food on the table.

You need to know, before I go, don't let me be cremated.
It's something I've thought long about
– a thought I've always hated.

Bury me by the cowshed, among the old bluebells.
There, let me lay, 'til judgement day,
amid the farmyard smells.

Yes, bury me under the dung-heap,
although it seems absurd.
Far better than cremation
-I wish to be inturd!”

Briz 6/6/13