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Nov 2015
Our deaths will be
transformed into
driftwood washed up
on terra incognita
and gathered
for firewood by
savages who cannot
imagine what we were
but will enjoy the
anonymous warmth
we have gifted them.

Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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