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