words--for now

When I die, bury me in
books
and pages, sages
make my tomb a tome
of words
and phrases, cover me
in a blanket of
tossed-out paragraphs--delicious,
outrageous
exclamations.

Cross myheart with sentence
starts,
rejected
before they ever got to the
point
at the end...

At the end,
please send me away
on an
epic sea,
no eulogy
need apply,
'cause I'll
be
gone on a ballad of
cacophony.