If I'm being....

If I'm being terribly honest,

it is a grotesque thought —

to be holding onto the eyes while my corpse feeds the daffodils.

If I'm being deliberately naive,

let my eyes bask in the unkindness of death

the eyes that see the world at its ugliest.

If I'm being ferociously blunt 

yes, keep my eyes for when the crows come together;

for when the posterity feasts amidst a murder.