And those who read my works after I am gone
Will linger,
Linger,
Linger on
Until I am lost.

Never to be read,
But rather laid to rest with glory encompassing my bed.
Let me lay in the earth,
Give my papers back to their damp dirt.

I will not miss
What I have failed to gain.
My tombstone shall quote,
“I was famous for anonymously being forgotten.”
At least that is my wish.

Let the Brooklyn Ferry crash,
Give me acceptance to sleep in neglected ash.