I shed my vulgar flesh
for a pure, mechanized mesh
of self-replicating nanobots.
I leave my horrid form,
as a feast for each small worm
in a cold, damp, and freshly-dug grave.
This is my exodus
from wrath, sorrow, amorous
yearnings, terror, boredom, and envy.
There shall be no more flood
of vile hormones in my blood
because this metallic shell has none.
My consciousness resides
in each "cell" so nothing hides
from my notice or from my control.