Man's Epitaph

Remember me now I'm gone,

Not by what I did or said

But by what you think I hadn't thought.

And as it pleases you

Grip and cut my soul --

Dissect, drain,

Devour.

Sink your jaws of Loving into my heart and

Drink what wasn't there; 

That I may persist, 

Though not in substance here subsisting,

But in all my lacking

And there ever Becoming.
                                                   (1997)