Will you bury me?
I’m sorry for asking,
but do it myself I’m not
able to,
for grounding is
what I always do,
but cannot finish,
I’ve tried, no,
I can’t,
please, bury me,
and do not make a sign
over,
for only I will know my
place,
and even you,
it doesn’t matter
how sober
you are,
won’t recognize
in time
the place -
and there’s no need in light,
and air is not needed,
just the ceiling to stare,
for cannot bare not to
look at it,
no need in food
or entertainment,
not at all
I need it,
just the ceiling,
just to stare
and no one will ever
need me -
the body is dying,
what a luck,
no need to do the job myself,
I, probably, would want to,
want to,
but something’s holding
in a room or bigger,
where rules are practically
the same,
there is a lot of food
and beavers,
but the place to be laid -
so, please, bury and forget,
for that I want,
oh, how could I forget,
that you would want it, too -
but can’t we do this thing,
for only two of us will
do it,
there’s only body,
mind are into
and no one, helping us
outside -