Post Mortem Poem by Elnathan John

I would like to exit this dreary stage
With regal pomp and feral rage
I would like the audience and stage players
To utter my name in all their prayers
I would like the world held in awe
As my epitaph leaves the trembling jaw
I would like them all to stare and wish
They never thought I was rubbish
I would like to abscond with every smile
And leave the world with an ominous gaze
I would like sadness to be rife
As a price for observing not my life
I would like a dark cloud to loom
O’er the horizon in impending doom
Infusing hearts with stygian gloom

Let them live in torment till each one dies
Hung by a rope with bulging eyes
Till each one pays for his sin
With his blood and that of his kin
I would love the mouth to burn
Of any who praise me while I’m gone
But who watered down this passionate fire
From my head to my pen and rising higher

For each word of mine they did not read
A thousand fleas on their blood will feed
Until they see their foolish blunder
And retreat to live as hermits are
Reciting my lines each day in caves
Revering my word as though it saves
And when thus they have lived out their days
My spirit’s anger shall cease to blaze.