The skeleton that walks inside your skin,
And makes the world say that you have good bones,
I know the cupboard that I'll keep it in,
Should you beat me to those unknown zones.
I want it, when you set out on the start
Of life without your disappearing flesh:
Your eyes, which don't last long, your brain, your heart,
Those roses in your cheek, so warm and fresh .
If you died now, I might just have you stuffed.
But if you predecease me later on,
If your light is the first one to be snuffed,
Then all I really want's your skeleton.
I want it if you die before I do.
If not, I leave my skeleton to you.