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When I die

When I die,

live.

Sell the coat,

the bent crown.

Let crows split the coin

on stone.

Rake the letters,

the ash of my voice.

Buy cord, coarse cloth.

Raise a flag,

gray as bone,

edged with morning,

a marker for the lost,

straining in the wind,

a witness

torn, unsparing,

bright in its ruin.

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William-A-Gibson

M / Cambria CA

Published: Mar 1
LinesWords: 1755

Notes: This is a 'flash 55', -a poem in exactly 55 words.
Tags: #55

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