Excarnation

Throw me to the wolves

I'd want nothing less

Than teeth on my skull

And drool on drained flesh

Call forth the vultures

I'd want nothing more

Than hooked beaks, neck-deep

And a hollowed core

Keep from me the fate of fools

Frozen by undertaker's tools

Let me not rot the earth

As I lay there, preserved

Keep from me all religion

To no gods shall I be given

Summon the cheetahs

Hyenas and hawks

Witness in silence

Wear no shoes, nor socks

Cut me no flowers

But plant me a tree

Remember me well

And hate not the beasts

I ask; when I halt,

Spare not too much salt

And when the time comes

Please, unbind your tongues

To make celebration

At my excarnation