The following is from a scene from 'Yes-a Sally Potter film' in which the main character's auntie is dying.


If and when I die I want to see you cry
I want to see you tear your hair,
your howls of anguish fill the air
I want to see you beat your breast
and rent your clothes and all the rest
and sobbin', fall upon my bed.
I want to know that I am dead.

I want to know I'm part of you and
you can't bear me being torn away
I want to see you dressed in black with red-
rimmed eyes from sleepless nights of grievin'
I want to hear you protest of my leavin'
I want to see you in each other's arms
and wail and see ya kick a chair and punch a wall
and see ya moan and fall upon the ground and scream
I want to know this isn't just a dream.

I want my death to be just like my life
I want the mess, the struggle, and the strife.
I want to fight and see you fight for me.
I want to hear your last regrets
the things you wish you done or said.
In fact, I'd like that just before I'm dead.

Don't let them put you off or make you go
or say it's bad for me or makes it hard for me to leave
it won't be true. I want to see you grieve.

Don't let me drown in silence all pious and polite
Let's make a lot of noise a different kind of light
will fill the room I want my death
to wake you up and clean you out
and as I end I'll hear you shout.

But I will go.