Master Plan
All through my life I've had a plan,
Of how I want to end.
The way I go will be so plain,
And performed by a friend.
Build a stand of cedar poles,
Make it six feet high.
Then lay my body on the top,
Face up to see the sky.
Pile on the wood, and pile it deep,
Then light the pile afire.
And in this way I'll leave this world,
As smoke from this hot pyre.
My spirit turned to wispy smoke,
To make it to the sky.
To see the great one who lives there,
To join the birds that fly.
And when at night your fires are lit,
The warmth you feel is good.
My spirit visits with you there,
As smoke from burning wood.
So smoke with me the pipe of peace,
That we be always friends.
May all our words be never cross,
If so, we'll make amends.
Join with me here, these words to write,
And drink from earthen jars.
And we can talk of things such as,
Will smoke get up to Mars.
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