Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Watermelons down by the bay

February 1
When I die,
Bury me
At the foot of
The old oak tree.
Watermelons
Down by the bay.
Make my wake
A happy day.
Toast to me:
Finnegan.
Three days later
And I'm back again.
Roll back the stone
And the tomb
Is bare.
Except for the note
I left
Hiding there.
Open the note
And begin to read.
"I told you before:
You are a seed.
Look in you heart
And you will find
That I never died
Or left you behind.
My words will live
Until the end.
Because you saw fit
To call me friend."

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