Last Request

Last Requests

Bury me on a day when the sun has his hat on

Bury me on a day when I am fresh from the oven

Bury me on a day that smells of bees and honey

Bury me on a day that ends in fireworks in a graveyard

Bury my eyes in your smiles and not your tears

Bury my ears where someone is playing sad piano music

Bury my tongue with the taste of you

Bury my heart in Scotland’s cold earth

Bury my arms in your memory.

Bury my hands without touching them.

Don’t bury me in Bury, Wounded Knee or Blackhall.

Bury me with all the women who made me cry, weeping

Bury me where sparrows hop over the soil

Bury me where nobody ever thinks to go

Bury me with a brie and grape sandwich

And a macaroni pie

Bury my brain in an ants nest somewhere

Bury my mouth and shut it with a flower

Bury my legs where Eddie Gibbons can make a pun

Bury my liver next to the Tennant’s brewery

Bury my soul if you can find it

Bury my poetry in a box on Cramond Island

Don’t bury me in Sunderland, Alcatraz or Hartlepool.