I wish to be buried
in a plain wooden box,
with a plain woolen cloth
under a plain wooden cross.
By the wee murky river
that flows as if below the sea.
Near that crock old house
and the large devils tree
Down some old gravel lane
with the big iron gates.
In the middle of the field,
Where the graves are old and all,
lie and wait.
This poem was published in Golden Hour - Hora Dorada
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