When I Die Poem by Nicholas Peter

When I die,
do not mourn.

Do not wear black,
and don't wear fake frowns either.

When I die,
feed me to lions.
Maybe ravens,
as well.

Let them pick at me,
and eat my bones an skin,
after all,
all I leave is body.

When I die,
don't bury me.

Send me off,
on a burning boat.

Make sure I go far into the sea,
never to be seen again,
a mysterious floating boat with nothing on it,
but a body in the horizon.

When I die,
remember I am a body then,
and nothing more.

When I die,
remember the haunting laugh and droopy eyes,
and don't cry near any sort of coffin.