My Corpse Poem by Ike Bismarck Oji

What a blessing
to insects, organisms that consume it.
With my spirit they shall be endowed,
truculent rectitude shall be their part.

What a blessing
to its host soil it shall be.
Ensuing from it iron, calcium, magnesium
crops, trees virile to generate.

What a waste
to man and kind it shall be
if from it, optimal use they didn't obtain
while among them it walked.

What a smile
on its face it shall paste
of the Coroner's verdict regardless.
What's more after a historic visit.

25- 08-05