Smug like irises in the park is how I hope to be forgotten
Years from now when I am become only dust
Floating across the vast geography of sorrow

I want kittens to laugh at the sight of my visage
And films to churn what human desires are left
Though I have no concern for the afterthought

Still, it's impossible not to speculate in hopeful wonder
And let an imagination ponder the expanse of lapse
Farther than a second to the poles and back a spark

To light the world on fire and stare through rolling smoke
There is so much cruelty and love and frozen drinks
And I have no reason to believe we're sanctified in the least

Zebras do exist I insist because I've seen them though
And I've held these infant humans, felt them breathe
Wanting nothing save soteriological potential for to be

Now can't last I know and so tragedy ensues generically
For the last of us must grasp the verse and measure tight
Til humble prose unwraps the sin of self within

And magically perhaps our memories can take flight.