When I am buried after a while only the strength remains
My body would be taken to the depths below
And lowered until dirt befriended skin
After a time and times, there would be no more skin
The dirt refused to add me
It blocked me from the land of the living
Because this was a parasitic relationship.
Because the ground below was not that kind of platform.

The fleshly nature of my seen parts is gone
The eyes, perish into the deep
Leaving only emptiness that speaks in all its fullness
The ears go to a place where sound will not be.
Because those who cannot hear consume those who cannot move.
Until there is nobody

There is nothing left but bones.
The bones, that I could feel only when I intercepted flesh
The bones, that I only worried about because of fracture or disease.
Are now most relevant because the time for both is past.
The part of myself that was not seen.
Will be the only attributes you will remember.
These bones will be the only contributions I can continue making to mankind after I am gone.

And when you dig up this bones
You will find a life full of memories
Scrapes in the playground
How tall I was, and how broad I am.
This postmortem autopsy will be my memoirs.
Just make sure to put my bone memoirs in the nice bookshelf of a burial ground
Put the glass of soil over it and I will be your prime exhibit.
So that people can visit this cemetery museum.
King Tut ain't got nothing on me.
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