In Case

In case my lid be febrile and cold My eyeballs be closer to ghost Shed not, tears of pain and requiem With smile,joy,laugh, the Archae Stretch their arm towards me Like Y . In case I cross the river; With my costume at river bank When my soul fly without jet Sending my mortal body in freeze Not a salty fluid gathers in your eye . In case a cry from inner room; Like wildfire,telling of my ruin Suffer not, rather gather Six men from Six tribes to assist To dig six feet In deep grief lowered in great heat . Buy yards,not of sticks,in bulk; Of snow piece, laced in white Six elders in their late sixties; Lower me in deep beneath Shed not,For I have won Gone to a glorious call.