When I leave this body and the poetry within me dies br I don’t care what happens to it br Put it in a giant plastic trash or lawn bag br Throw me in the bay to feed the fishes br Leave me for the bears and other animals in the woods br Food for the common good; life and death as it should be br When I leave this body and the poetry within me dies…. br I’m alright with whatever happens br Because on paper the maggots are nothing more br Than my critics reproducing….