Sunday, 25 August 2013


When I'm smothered by the soil
dress me in withering white.
Say a prayer for my soul
and watch me as it takes flight.
When I'm buried in the ground
drop a single pen.
Read to me a eulogy
for me to write again.
When I'm food for the worms
keep the Devil's jaw away.
Do not wish for me to go
but do not wish for me to stay.
When I'm only rotting flesh
let the rain tear me apart.
Cherish the splendor of life
and forget my dried-up heart.

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