Eddie Awusi writes

WHEN A MAN DIE

When a man die, 

Let him become a star,

Lest he roam in his void.

His Sapphire soul, 

Let it brew ageless fire,

Brightly cliffed and shining

On the roof of the sky.

Let him burn scythes

And high volume of larvae

In his twilight zone.

Though he ceases to live, 

Yet let him exist,

Illuminating the universe

With agility and gait.

 

Ascending -- Bruce Brennan