POST M

After I've died it may be that my image 

Will stand in a temple as an example 

Of what not to be. Over time

Some, through ignorance or perversity,

May send an occasional prayer my way 

And I'll become one of the oblique gods 

Lord, say, of Seashells or Narrow Alleys

Or of Three Almost Indistinguishable Shades

Of Yellow. If that happens, I intend

To hire a cat -- perhaps several. A god

With cats must be taken seriously.