please. cremate me.

under my arms where the short hairs grow
the stench of manhood wafts
until death, relieves me of sweat
until my breath shallows and i dive
dirt-ward.

It is then your duty becomes clear,
oh friend, oh lover, oh my companion:
Save me from worms!

smell the scent of me, one last time
your head nestled on my chest
sob upon me, grateful for fates concoction
of my well-timed demise
Laugh! Laugh loudly
and sing with glee

I am dead.
I am dead.
alleluia! I am dead.

Hell is less lonely now for the wretched fools
i tortured daily with sarcastic wit
Heaven less threatened by fool-bureaucratic mistake.

It is only this one favor I ask
that you might spare me the indignity of slow rotting

That you bless me with ash
and spread me from north to south
from east to west
from love to hate

and then - with all the hosts and hordes
rejoice.