He says:
If I die soon,
say next month
or by the end of the year,
it may simply be
that I got tired
of being crushed
by all the stuff I have,
stuff that I’ve brought
to this old ramshackle
farm from Manhatan,
Toronto & Pacific Palisades,
plus all the local things 
I’ve added to the pile
with my idea of raising Wagyu,
my god
three barns & a rickety house
full to the brim,
if it went up in smoke
what a relief I would feel,
with nothing to worry about
I could live to a hundred,
I could lay in the yard
and cover myself with leaves,
I could go on not knowing
what I don’t know