Just wrote this after walking by the graveyard I walk past each day. Not sure a title yet:
when I die
please fling my ashes
somewhere nice and warm
i pass the graveyard everyday
the headstones look so cold
don’t bother with a patch of ground
for flowers plucked to wilt upon
as people pass and count my years
leave earth’s well-formed rocks alone
don’t shove me in another urn
a golden box atop a shelf
so bored I’d be up there alone
save your cash, enjoy yourself
go mourn me – if you want to mourn –
somewhere we have loved to be
get two pornstar martinis
down both prosecco shots for me
cup the floating passion fruits
lick the juices greedily
go snuggle in the cinema
read a whole book on the couch
get your arse up on a dancefloor
move your bones about
buy niger seeds and birdfeeders
and watch the goldfinch flock
climb up to the Campsie fells
flash the whole world far below
yours tits or arse or cock
I promise I’ll be there with you
Can’t promise I won’t watch
by Hollie McNish
31/1/2018
Hollie McNish 