Brethren, I've vacated this home of chaos you'd call life/ friends shouldn't pat me on the back & enemies should save the stress of splitting o'er my innocent body/ Brethren, it's my soul that did the wrongs and rights/ see it disappearing into the sky. Return your retinas and see my soul vanishing into thin air/
It hasn't been raining/ my grave would be tiring to dig & my body would be heavy to lift/ handle me with care brethren,I know I stink/
Brethren, I didn't die, this is just a technical divorce between my soul & body/ they say poets don't die, and if I do/ my poems are everywhere, even in the everlasting book of life/ I'm not dead, let no one sing dirges/ check beneath my lines, rhymed & unrhymed/ I am always there/
Brethren, I did not die as a coward/ not as an aimless passerby avoiding heavy downpour/ not as a snail that hides its head inward its shell/ Brethren, I died as a failed captain/ as a betrayed warlord/ as a sniper that ran out of bullets/ the attack was not prepared for if not impromptu/ I wasn't ready for a fight/ they said life is a warfront and I fought/ maybe not the end, but I fought/