Remember me as a happy man.
Fail not to strike the bullet home,
recall the tenets of the Plan and
pass my life from hand to hand.
The creases in your stony brow,
painted bone and gray are here
resplendant in the idle gloam,
slowly drawing out the years.
The sieve is never left clear.
A vessel cannot be drained.
A world remains, the surface of a sphere,
onto which we pour our hatred and our fear.
Forgiveness I cannot feign,
knowing now the ocean's breadth and span,
the phone call, viewing and insurance claim.
But I will remember you.
I will remember you as a happy man.