Post by Ianisnew

Gone to Ground

I don't want a funeral. I don't want a wake.
I don't need a coffin. Leave me to waste.
Let the fox n the rat, gnaw my bones n the fat
Then throw me aside, and just leave it at that.
The crows come along and they pick out my eyes
Don't matter cos they're dead and stare up at the sky.
Slow putrefaction. I rot and retreat.
Leave only humus, and stuff maggots eat.