Death Poem
The burial site
Sits where it's always been
Untouched, convex corners
The didactic way it looks at me
What a joke;
The glamour of living
Hardly anyone survives
Through the irridecence
of human and inhuman nature
Sits where it's always been
Untouched, convex corners
The didactic way it looks at me
What a joke;
The glamour of living
Hardly anyone survives
Through the irridecence
of human and inhuman nature