I Would Not Be A Feast For Worms
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Juan Olivarez
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I would not be a feast for worms,
Six feet under the ground.
Once I've met the cosmic storm,
That arrives without a sound.
I'd rather they cremate my shell,
And scatter my ashes on the sands.
Don't want to hear no ringing bells,
Or see the tears of my gathered clan.
Just dropp my ashes in the desert,
Up around Twenty Nine Palms.
That really should not take great effort,
As they recite the Twenty Third Psalm.
12/12/10 Alton Texas
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