My Epitaph

My Epitaph

The body of Brent Fritsch
Cooker
Like a mother on Thanksgiving,
His body blistered from burns
And
Fingers cut on sharp blades
Lies here
Food fit for Kings
But his work shall not be lost
For it will be made again
Eaten again and again
In a better revision of a recipe
Spiced and seasoned better
By the author