The Cowgirl's Last Request

His brain was all lit up

Like a neon sign.

He said he wanted me

But I said I wanted mine.

I got on my horse and

Rode way out west.

I looked at everything

And then made my last request.

Bury me at sunset,

Or don't bury me at all.

The crows can have my body.

I like their racous call.

And if you hear the rumble

Of a passing nighttime train

Don't even think about me

Or say me name again.