Bury me not

Dig me a hole ten feet deep, On top of a hill very steep, Lay my gentle corpse to rot, But bury me not. Let my body swell and smell, Yet still, I lived, I am immortal, For no man will end the stories I tell, Non from crippled to cot. So I say bury me not. For my mind and tales, They voyage with their own sails. My memory is yet to still fail.