A friend
I think she is a friend
Once brought up
would like her ashes spread
Up on the Frog Lakes
The highest lake
I’ll do my damn’dest

A friend
I think she is a friend
Said she would take My ashes
In little zip lock bags mail them
to all my other Friends
She failed to say if she would keep
Any of my lot
For herself
What are friends for?

My friends
I think you are my friends
if the choice were mine?
Would meet my demise
On a great sandy rock
In the Sonora’s depths
Where I would be carrion
Left bones
buzzard torn white T-shirt
An’ bits of blue jeans
An’ just one boot
In permanent za
posed as a lesson
To those who might gaze
my now contented toothy smile
And say,
Huh?
 

  Talkeetna May 2K2