Build me a coffin of
ebony wood,
Engraved with my
sorrows and written in blood.
A tombstone above me
and hell down below.
My corpse lies there
sleeping as weeds start to grow.
Carve me a headstone
as black as my soul,
As dark as the night
and as shapeless as coal,
With sharp, jagged
letters too faded to read
And covered from
people neglecting to weed.
And please add a fence
so that no one inquisits.
I want no remembrance,
no flowers or visits.
I should be forgotten
- No homage to pay.
Hidden by shadows; It’s
my dying day.
(2015)
