Poem - Dead - Trigger?

[meursault]

Dead

When stopped my heart and done my time,
They'll toss me in a pit of lime.
When dry my eyes and thick my bile,
They'll throw me on a shrinking pile.

When done my breath and stopped my thought,
They'll put me in a hole to rot.
When done my life and quenched my fire
They'll shove me on the funeral pyre.

When hard my chest and still my hand,
They'll bury me beneath the land.
When still my blood and drown my spark,
They'll dump me in the cold and dark.

So when they put coins on my eyes
And murmur epitaphs of lies,
I know they'll recall what I've done
With blade, or pill, or maybe gun.

[sanmagic7]

this touched me.  thank you.