Bury me
With my books
Put my ashes
On the shelf
Where I can smell
The bindings
Where I can feel
The stamped ink
Where the letters
Curl into words
That rhyme
Or not
But fall along
Page after page
Inevitably
Into beauty
Bury me
With my books
Put my ashes
On the shelf
Where I can smell
The bindings
Where I can feel
The stamped ink
Where the letters
Curl into words
That rhyme
Or not
But fall along
Page after page
Inevitably
Into beauty