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