I'll be seventy-four when I hear the midnight chime
I know I'll die in the nick of time

Lucien Stryk reads Chinese pass-away verse

Even Bobby Dylan must ride his hearse

Question is what it was all about,

'tween beginner's all in and the final all out

I'm insisting on flaming consummation by fire;

pure energy rising ever on higher,

that force that never disappears

as I run out of all these lively years

On any heir opposing the fire; a curse

He will forever need, and lack, a nurse

It was quite joyous to be around

I'm not asking for any Viking mound!

I just wanna leave some sooty flakes,

blown by the gusts across the lakes

- and maybe a few collections of verse,

for better, certainly, and for worse!