To the Birds and flies

pray on my dead body fowl,
and all you hungry flies,
for I am your meal now,
from my head rip out my eyes,
and leave your children in my lungs,
and let me feel your beak,
as you rip out my tongue,
so I can never speak,
do it really fast,
because with the bacteria,
my body won't last,
and will be gone from the area,
and only my left over bones,
will be left, and nothing will remain,
among the grass and stones,
so chew away at my brain,
and I am nothing now,
but your next meal,
and this is how,
it works on the life and death wheel.