When the Dust Settles

Leave them off the tombstone, carve my verse into a tree; Write my words beneath the pier; Maybe fold them in a bottle and toss it out to sea; When the dust is all that’s left of me; Brand them with a lighter somewhere along the railroad tracks; Hold my prose and recall every word; Reread them when it’s quiet, you can pull them from the stacks; When the dust is all that’s left of me; Speak my intention into a cutting edge microphone; Convey the unspoken to the ears of a new generation; Feast on that piece of my soul; When the dust is all that s left of me Immortalize my energy share my poetry.