BURIAL

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mine is a body that should die at sea!

And have for a grave, instead of a grave

Six feet deep and the length of me,

All the water that is under the wave!

And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,

Such as a living man might fear,

And eat me while I am firm and fresh,—

Not wait till I've been dead for a year!