Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Day 33: The Grave

The biggest impression I'll ever make on this earth
Is a depression, and even that will quickly disappear
As I become what's eating me and a calcium deposit

Millions of microscopic visitors will like my site
And I will leave more behind wordlessly than written
An epic poem in two-hundred and six white lines

All my works and words will be gathered together
Like so many sticks for an eternal conflagration
If you visit my gravesite you'll see all that's left of me

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