to whom it may concern…

do not
lay me down
into the frozen ground
where bones
become
as cold
as winter’s breath
no
cast my ashes
into the wind
that i might sail
free
to lands
i’ve never seen
nor
pondered
upon
and
if
there be
no
breeze
then
pour me
into the sea
to catch
a current
to those
childhood treasures
seen upon
the silver screen
but
whatever course
i must take
let me not
stay here
buried
with human fears
in a land
where chains
are wrapped around
each person’s thoughts
thoughts
that bind them
to
their savage past