MY DUST
MY DUST
My dust I shall have spread
Into a flowered terrace bed
Or into the staffs of a music score
But I shall not choose anything more
That it shall ever go
Into the black earth for weeds to grow
Crunched under shoes or wagon wheels
With the smell of horse dung on its heels
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