Sigil by Sanjeev Sethi

Sigil

The road maps itself out. Pallbearers look around,

but there is no public transport, no one to ferry me

to my end. Realizing this, my temper rises, but I

caution myself, "This isn't your crunch." When I'm  

gone, don't dwell on me, but if you must, think of

me as one does of an inspiring idea. I'm aware that

many don't work, and in my situation, many didn't.

Savor the negatives. Death volunteers no assurance,

so paint me in a hue that isn't mine. Please apply

colors that are in sync with your image of me.

It is my need, I like it coordinated.