Mural
of a
moral amorality
of genocide
ambition of
another kind.
A nother
nothera
northisnotwestwithoutsouthshowingwhereeastbegan
Commonality of familiarity
in some joke of a plethora
of numbskullesque rebuttal.
Take with me what
you cannot see.
I take it to the grave…
to the soul…
to this wooden box that I will soon call home
for eternity
until the owner
of these grounds
this Catholic garden
of the dead
decides to dig me up
and sell my plot to
another dead man.
My gravestone will not
reach the age of 100.
I will not reach an eternal state.
I cannot sell this poem for money.
I am too poor to try.
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