Where will I reside
when I am called to glory?
With my father’s people?
I can hardly find that country church.
With my mother’s kin?
It’s deep in a wood I’ve never seen.
Or scatter my remains?
I could find a place, I suppose.
Is my generation the first
to be so disconnected from place,
that success is measured
by how far we moved away from home?
I think I will want to be visited by you,
so best to lay myself to rest