Someone come and kill me
and make it look like an accident
oh how I would rejoice
as flags are hung on the elementary school windows
and the cauldron of my birth
is decorated before every holiday

The dropouts from Kenan Evren High School
who stole the priest from the church
and founded the poetry liberation organization
in the confessional booth
will surely come to my funeral
each one holding a starfish

Do not grieve, my friends
I know the Latin words by heart
I will never be ashamed
of not knowing the name
of the animal encyclopedia
of the first insect
that will enter my coffin