When I die, I don't want to rest in peace.
Make a polyurethane mixture
with the ashes of my body
spread it on the floor of a live music
Salsa - Meringue - - Be Bop - Hip Hop - dance floor.
I want pieces of me beat - beat - beat -
into the soles of dancing feet
in celebration!
Not because I died - but because I lived
lovers kissing tongues entwined, feet in dirty dancing time
slide-sigh - ah! Beat - beat - beat
pieces of me into their feet -
take me home with some of that energy!
Nervous first-time - Dance! Confused bewildered - Dance! Lost my lover -
Dance! Feeling flu - Dance! Totaled car- Dance! Got Divorced - Dance! Had
a baby? Dance!

When I die I don't want to rest in peace-
I want to be ground into your souls...
and dance!