I’m gone now- really. Please don’t pray for me;
I’m pretty sure there’s no-one there to hear your plea
To keep me safe, or let light eternal shine
Upon my face. I’m dead, and that’s just fine.

I’ll come again, but not on karma’s wheel;
My body’ll rot, but that decay is real
And good, for the world will eat me, then
Remake itself in its image again.

An atom here, a molecule there,
I will be recycled, so please- don’t despair.
I’m not really gone, for no-one really goes;
We’re all still here- we just have got new clothes.