A swan song..

The Hammer,
Compass,
Lens
and
An obsolete Pen
are all, I shall need
by my grave,
the day I depart..

Put all those with care
and get lost..
As you know
I hate tears,
don't cry..
Recite the Moh's scale
once, if you can
and write a note of the
Bowen's series
on a crumpled paper
of my field note book
with a Pulicaria flower upon it.
And my specimens in the lab
may please be assured that,
I shall remain as fossilized memories
caressing them with
a touch of love...

V@@S...