i


my work will be
read
when i´m
dead

(the rats will be
fed)
enough said
immortal

tread
shunt off this
mortal coil
head

to the stars
red..
love-
bled..

ii

i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

it all too brief!
but the weave
eternal creed..

iii

enough of death?!
now, lily-
grok..!

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!