Rot

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.