When death arrives

This is my one request

Rather than burial or burning

Make me into a soup

With potatoes, peas,

Carrots & onion maybe too

Call it Darkwater Soup

It is not to the Graveyard that I want to be taken

But to the Kitchen

The soup kitchen

Where the homeless can be fed

They are hungry & I must make amends

For having never given to charity

Or sparing any change

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