Headstoner's plea.
I am somewhere
under this stone
less my eyes
which will
not see me
discombogulated
into dust.
-
My soul has left
this unkempt box
stained by
my rotting,
the whote mold
could not hold my
climb to find
to find higher
aspirations.
I will
see you
soon enough,
the other
side is
but a breathless
second away
somewhere in your tomorrow of sorrow
which is
meaningless here
where time
is frozen
in a rigor
mortised
grin
of whatever.
You who
bend the
grass over
my head
as you pass
to seek
others who
have passed.
somewhere amidst
this unreal estate.
Walk respectfuly
amongst the dead,
for they know
the path to heaven
and the quicker
shaft to hell.
Quicken your step
when you hear
the wind howl
or feel a cold
finger of sweat
caresses your neck
for some envy
the living
flesh you bear
as thier bones
clatter into
untidy piles
of eternal despair.
©-MFB III
