My profound apologies in advance
Oh, bury me in a Class I site
When you lay me in the ground.
Don't let the ions I produce
Wreck groundwater all around.
Dont let the nitrates I produce
Or my cheerful chloride ions
Contaminate the cold, dark peace
of Groundwater you rely on.
Oh, bury me in a Class I site
It's what I want the most.
I'd rather rest within your heart
Than be in your farewell toast.
Sorry, the dead marshes always remind me of this bit of doggerly I wrote awhile
back.
Some who wander are lost.
