And when I have gone, do not remember me —
With funeral, flora, photo — do not reminisce upon
This life that danced for war mongers’ pennies
Peddling my blood for oily nickels.

When I have gone, build no memorial for me —
No stone, no casket — Let no heap of ash remain.
Only engrave my questions. Only recite my queries.
Only sing the lullaby doubt that carried me to sleep.