Phosphor Sea

When I am dead and gone,
no longer need this body —
don’t put my finest on
it, just to make it gaudy.

A sanitation bag
is vastly underrated
for covering a wag
until he is cremated.

My kids fly to-and-fro
in their familial chases.
My friends died long ago.
I’ll join their happy faces.

No urn or final cup
should clutch my bone-grit ashes —
let phosphor sea heal up
whatever still abashes.

Leland Jamieson

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