A Song: Last Will and Testament
I don’t want
to
Die a
hard-wired, concrete,
Plastic-tubed,
metallic death.
I don’t want
to
Be
surrounded with mechanical sounds
drowning
Out the
voices of
The wife and
sons
I have loved
for all these years.
I want to
Lie down on
the hills,
On the snow
covered mountains.
I want to
Hear voices
As the
breeze blows through the long grass
Of the
meadows.
I want to
Rest in the
warm sands of the deserts
Or bathe in
cool rivers.
I want to
sink in to
the gently lapping seas,
drowning in
its saltiness.
So please
don’t
Put me in
some ambulance
With
flashing light and blaring siren
To be
operated on
Under the
cruel glare of hospital lights.
Leave me in
the sun
Hold my hand
through the pain
Until my
breathing is no more.
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