When I Die Old by S. A. David

When I die old
Do no post mortem
Of course it’s a natural cause
I warn, use no scalpel on me

Cremate my temple
Only after I leave the mortar temple
Only after
Do not worship the temple

Gather my loved ones
All of them
All should gather
No tears please

Open the white urn
Let all look in it
Despair not
My cremains are proof of God’s power

If dry bones can rise again
All cremains can go to its default
Default at breathing
Cremains are proof of His powerful power

When you finish
Lift off a helicopter
Copter round the world
And feel the power

Spray my ashes over the dear Nile
Spray some on the mighty Mississippi
With some, bless the eternal Euphrates
Put some over the Niger

Put some of the confetti over the pyramid
Dash some to the statue of liberty
Give some over the roof of the InterPol
Let the walls of China smell me

Let the air of Australia receive some
Let the Antarctica get some confetti
Let Nebuchadnezzar's garden get some
Let Everest and Kilimanjaro be grateful

Bury none in sand
I refuse to be restricted
Call not on me to harm your enemies
Beseech me not to bless you.