When I lie dying don't crowd around.
Don't watch me or call in my kin
to come and stand and stare.
I'll have no words of wisdom I haven't already said,
not at the last instant.
Don't anticipate my death.
Don't watch me sigh out the last breath.
I want my death to be unlooked for,
a spear thrown by a hidden assassin,
so that you speak of my death only in the past tense.
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