I remember a poem that appeared a lot in my high school/junior high literature books, but which I simply can't find now. In it, the poet gives instructions to some unspecified set of villagers on how to hold a proper funeral. The poem reads like a set of instructions: "My People, do not.... But rather.." format, and involves things like forgoing the casket and carriage in place of carrying the body out through the streets in the poorest wagon. Does this sound familiar to anyone? ...I can't remember poet, title, or first line.