#funerary
When I am dead, reclaim me
When I am dead, our earth
Though it will be mine, no more
Will reclaim me
It will have my body
Like hyenas, upon my empty carcass
Or crows, on battle fields
I shall cease to be
My body will be of the earth
Because in these, once, the vessels of our opinion and our prejudice
Are things, that allow
For one more day
One infinitesimal second
They allow, the earth, to limp on
Existing, decaying
For one day longer
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Trending
Is like a funeral
A final hurrah
Born, obscure
Existence
Then, a final blaze
The congregation
Over a corpse
To wish well
And eat free food
Or in this case
To be read
By strangers, but once
And then again
Fade into obscurity
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
nightingales attend
somber, stars
soul departs, eve flight
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC