by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
When I die,
Shave me.
Do not force
My wife
To kiss me, let her,
Only if she wants to.
Do not direct my children
To hold me
Let them,
Only if they need to.
And do not put that cologne.
I never liked that smell.
Like the smiles of men
laughing loud under cover.
Flowers are good.
I like the waving beauty of white periwinkles
that do not smell.
And are quite on bodies like sparkling teeth.
And I only wish, that by the time I die
there’ll be a puppy in the crowd
to lick me
But do dogs do that to the dead ?
Puppies still might.
I wonder.
But when I die,
all in smiles
beneath your tears
standing around,
Please shave me.
I would like to leave you all,
And go to God,
As in my best childhood photograph.
From:
The Zong
Copyright ©:
Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated May 25, 2012