When I Am Gone

Bury me under sand and stone so my ghost can hear the sea

Burn my body away on a distant mountain
and my ashes can blow down to the the city

Bury me under loam and moss among tall, uncaring trees

Butcher me for dogs and cats, cut me up so they can eat
Cut me up so they can thrive, for generations three

Bury me under homes in cities under thick concrete

Let me rise again to defend these people
A revenant of rage that can take back these streets

Bury me somewhere kind, so you remember me.