Read my books
Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I'm gone
My flesh is diverted to rats, ants
My bone's powder, partial left
Read me then
Read me then
Read me then
They'll tell you what's new
They'll tell you who is who
They'll tell you of our day
They'll tell you of our hell
Attention
Attention
Attention
Read my books with concern
I'm conscious; cautious, care
I write of kindness, love
I write of people's lives
I write of drizzle, rain, snow
I write of being lost or glow
I write of fish; and bird-flew
Attention
Attention
Attention
Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I am gone
Read my books when I'm dead
Read them all when I am gone
Be careful I am around as rat-ant
Possibly some fruit or your food
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