Place my body on an iceberg
Just set me out to drift let me die.
Let the critters and beast, upon my flesh to feast
allowing my spirit self to fly!
I saw it once in a movie
where the Eskimos' did just this.
It was respect of such
where they loved them so much
that they sent them to God with a kiss.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-deaths-wish/
