When The Bells Toll For Me Poem by Thomas Duncky

Take me home out of this place like you did that witch
Hurry me up to the grave like I was a thief
Sing me that song you sung Jon Doe the drunk
With speed, thus you should carry my trunk
Without haste dispose my shell in the grave
Let my friends lament the eulogy of a prodigal
A soul that was, is and will for-never be
At home, in love or at peace!

Paint my epitaph with the color of blood
Let the words on it shine red and bright
Enchant it with the words of my life
The lie that I lived before I died
The insubstantial fact that I’m going to live again across the bridge
Count my time on earth and scrawl it upon its head

When I die…
And if I die while you are still alive
Cast away my soul to the dungeons
With the same tongue that bigoted me when I was with life

Forget me fast like I never existed among you
Loot out all that bound my roots
Whip away from my memory all the love I had
Bury me eerie
To the memory of a soul akin to that
Remember the rights that I did wrong
Then take my time to redo them right.