The Last Chapter of Me

When I at last return to the soil
After the final gasp of my most mortal coil—
And am buried or burned with my remains
In a coffin or urn: let the world not be the same.
Let it be better. And may the mourners exclaim:
“This life was a luscious love letter!”
And as for the author, who was often absurd,
Grant him the grace of an ever Afterword.