When you die
you are not dust
you are humus
you are humors
of the earth
You are still
quite wet
still a busybody
getting into everything
still say
Use me
or let me
use you
When you die
you are not dust
you are humus
you are humors
of the earth
You are still
quite wet
still a busybody
getting into everything
still say
Use me
or let me
use you
Three is the magic number in writing, and this poem is really strong, but I would add another H alliteration in the beginning to fill it out. The last three lines are very powerful.
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