Respect

We live and die completely In the material world It would be rather fiddly To emulate a Phoenix bird Our ashes can’t be bothered Inside their marble urns No point in fire hazard Cause we’re already burned It sounds flat simplistic Therefore it’s dull, I know I’d love to be a mystic To make of life a show I’d love to talk with God About my perspective In somewhat better world That doesn’t look deceptive But frankly, it’s about respect This afterlife concern Respect to memories we had Before the final burn.