This is the way i'd like to go,
If you must know,
I would like to go while still young,
While the dew is wet on the grass;
To perish in a great air crash,
With a silver 'plane burning bright
Like i flashing star in the night;
While the huge wreckage all ablaze,
Shinea brightly for my last embrace
I'd like too the flames consume
Each nerve and bone and hair and nail,
Till of dust naught but as ash remains.
Or as stone, swiftly sink unseen.
But if i should hear someone wail,
Because dust has gone back to dust.
So, let me go when i am young,
And the dew is still on the fern,
With a silver 'plane burning bright,
Like a flashing star in the night.
By R.E.G ARMATTOE
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