WHEN I AM DEAD
George Macbeth (1932 - 1992)

I didn't have to choose this particular poem by the prolific Scottish poet and novelist George Macbeth. He wrote many excellent poems that I like very much, any one of which would have been a fine addition to his project. But I just happen to like this strange little verse of his a great deal, and I just couldn't resist choosing it.

Besides, thought I, it is vintage Macbeth, who is described in Benet's Reader's Encyclopedia as "best known for ingenious, explosive, witty, and often savage verse," and in an item that I found at www.encyclopedia.com as demonstrating "an exciting lack of restraint."

Macbeth was a fine poet, better known in England than in the United States, having been a producer at BBC responsible for poetry programming for over 20 years. I know nothing about him as a person. But I can't help thinking whenever I read his verse that he must have been quite a character. We will visit his poetry again in these pages. In the meantime, please enjoy this curious poem.

When I am Dead

I DESIRE that my body be
properly clothed. In such things
as I may like at the time.

And in the pockets may there be
placed such things as I use at the time
as, pen, camera, wallet, file.

And I desire to be laid on my side
face down: since I have bad dreams
if I lie on my back.

No one shall see my face when I die.

And beside me shall lie
my stone pig
with holes in his eyes.

And the coffin shall be as big as a crate.
No thin box
for the bones only.

Let there be room for a rat to come in.

And see that my cat, if I have one then,
shall have my liver.
He will like that.

And lay in food for
a week and a day:
chocolate, meat, beans, cheese.

And let all lie in
the wind and the rain
And on the eighth day burn.

And the ash
scatter as the wind decides.
And the stone and metal be dug in the ground.

This is my will.


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