What wouldn’t Max Brod do?

Please Kafka my papers.
They are dry, and so they will light lightly.
There may be lucid insects in there.
Please save them.
Only the really lucid ones
and only if you're sure
and come to think of it
don't burn anything.
But please don't Kafka my papers.
Let them come to water.
Where they will drink
and become less drunk
and perhaps, one day,
appear truly lucid.