At my funeral there will be flowers and herbs
Chrysanthemums and coriander
Firewitch and oregano
Thorny seasons and venting volcanoes
At my funeral there will be skeletons
Painted in purple and lime-green
Robed and naked
Playing guitar and drinking beer
Bones of hope and sadness
Lies and superstition
One will say I was her lover
One will say I was her brother
Another will bring a gun
To make sure what was done was actually done
At my funeral I’ll miss my ma and pa
Winks and water
Beds and stones
Jesus around the collar
And all the miracles I was sold
At my funeral I’ll wear a crown
Buttons and belt
Crows and dirt
And take my final rest among those flowered skirts
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