Bury my limbs in a zinc casket,
chop them with knives and daggers;
Let them rot beneath the soil,
and rest with decaying cadavers.

Rest my head in an icy cast,
freeze it within its time;
Cut it open, slice and probe,
examine the filth and slime.

My torso which remains,
toss it to the sea,
let calypso feed her lust,
and cry in ecstasy.

Incinerate my frozen heart,
cremate it on a pyre;
Collect my ashes in a broken urn,
as deserves a liar.

Toss these ashes in the wind,
scatter them through the sky;
Let them wither to dust and rain,
and forget me when I die.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar