Where would you put me
If I ceased to be this day
Nowhere I call home
Dig not the deep pit
Nor fill dead veins with oil
Singe me clean and quick
On wings of rank smoke
I shall leave as I have lived
Quiet and alone
Filed under David M Rheins, existentialism, haiku, poetry, Rheins, rhymes with mind
Tagged as David Rheins poetry, death, haiku, Last Wishes, phoku
Very artfully put together. Definitely more eloquent than the time I told my sister, “Light my ass on fire and throw me over the bridge. If I have to go, I want someone to be late to work because of it.”
Very funny, Julien. I like your style.
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