When I die
mine me for precious metals.
Not just my teeth
but my whole body molecule by molecule.
As you make separate stacks
do not worry
that my soul
may be in jeopardy.
I assure you
it rises on the song you hum.
One from our younger days
when we hoisted a pint together
and sang out loud
joyously.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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