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Updated on February 21, 2017


©MFB III                                                    

His name is Clay,
and how appropriate,
because he spreads

his ashes every day,
from cigarettes he smokes
in level piles over a small ashtray
made from the clay of the earth...
all nature takes its course.

His name was Clay,
and it was appropriately read,
just the other day,
as they spread his ashes,
In a pasture he favored,
over an huge ashtray of earthen clay,
where eventually it all settled
in level piles,
all nature takes its course.


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    • Ralph Deeds profile image

      Ralph Deeds 7 years ago from Birmingham, Michigan

      "I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,

      If you want me again look for me under your boot soles."

      The greatest American poems--