My Tract

Now I will tell you how I
Want my most final disposition,
So listen up and take notes!

First, No hospitals at all!!
My own bed, my own pillow, my sheets.
Home cooked meals, blender smoothies.

As to visitors, you will
Do well to have a purpose, so please
No maudlin displays or moans.

Balance sedation with care,
Discomfort and lucidity, till 
I turn to the wall and die.

If you must fawn over my
Body, then keep it dry of tears.
For the salt will dry my skin.

Just after my last breath, dress
Me in comfy pajamas and lay
A weighted blanket on me.

Flowers should be living, please!
No cut blooms to desiccate and fall,
To be trampled and forgotten.

My remains, hopefully used
Up as a corn husk; should be disposed
Of as refuse to the heap.

Take time to grieve, not too much.
Instead continue my work, so I
Live beyond this mortal coil.

My third death will come some time.
This can not be avoided, so don’t
Fret over your forgetfulness.