Presevred DespairPreserved DespairPresevred Despair by ~rainonwednesday
Do not burn my body
Do not bury me at sea:
Keep my body safe and still
There may yet be life in me.
I walk now, demoted
I walk with musing grief,
My keening is full-throated
With the entered souls beneath.
They know my song, and so we sing it
Though they see that I'm not dead;
Yet still the muses bring it
When I should sing life instead.
Do not be fooled by burned out eyes
Or by my deadened, matted hair
For you will find with great surprise
That I still preserve despair.
Yet there may be a day of wonder
When my breath will cease to be
When I am freed to wander
When I can give up all of me
But do not spring too early,
As serenely I might lie--
Look and then see clearly--
That indeed, they let me die.