When it’s time
to bury me,
don’t.
I’m still alive
in that husk of a body.
I may not seem it,
may seem much less talkative
than you’re used to,
but there is a little bit of me
waiting for the use
of those new magical sciences
to bring me back
and make me
at least partially
what I once was.

I may return as a zombie
or a vampire
or a necrotic android
or a disembodied voice
in your head
on a screen
close to your heart.

I will still be around
if you allow it.
Do not bury me
when I am gone
for I will not truly die
unless you let me.