I’ll never be a martyr,
even if death comes too soon,
in defense of a child,
or an idealistic stand for human rights.
My death will be forgotten,
written away on a tombstone,
with capital letters
and gregorian dates.
I’d rather be remembered for living,
for my personal slice of humanity’s flaws,
it’s bad habits and lies,
than to be remembered without them.
So mark my tombstone in pencil.
Write my name in chalk.
Just let my life keep teaching lessons,
until it finally stops.
— leest1 —