Speaking At My Funeral

Not fearing death comes easy to me

Quite simple actually

And quite often I seek death

I look for death

I welcome death

It’s an uncontrollable habit

And even easier at this moment

 

One day I’ll commit suicide

It won’t be a surprise to some

It won’t be a shock to others

It won’t be a performance art work

But the day will come

And I’ll be dead

By my choice

 

This is an invitation

To all of you

You may know me well

Or not at all

But you may come to my funeral

And speak

 

Now I must go

Because there is one more thing to write

One more work to create

And one more love to love

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.02.04.24:31:31@130BklynNYC

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