For living I drink coffee
For dying I let this oil slick
of caffeine spill all over me
Lying in lurch in ceramic bunker
it pounce with its dripping bayonet
first sun that lose its way
Thus cremating my living life
this deep drilled diesel
flows into the irksome
flowing stillness of you
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cremating-coffee/
