When I Die
WHEN I DIE
Wash me, wrap me, dig
some earth
Buy me a casket if you must
Love, when I die don't let
the holy man touch me.
For the life of dirt I lead this
here
Could a year of prayer wipe
a slate
Engraved with gold and
blood of theft and tears
And greed and lust and hate
Many a foetus robbed of
breath and
Seven nights and seven
days of orgy
Drunkenness and rape
Of scooping icings off some
cakes and
Much disdain for day of
death?
Wash me, wrap me, dig
some earth
Buy me a casket if you must
Love, when I die don't let
the holy man touch me
Lest he contract a death of
sin.
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