The Meaningless Goal

Onward to
a Meaningless Goal —
upon death,
to be recognized for
most toys,
best artist,
most tragic figure,
grayest beard,
longest torture session —

whatever.

They’ll surely put roses on
your chest either way.  That’s
The Big Prize —
a well adorned corpse.

Onward then into
the night, collecting
markers all the way.

All you ever are
in the end is your leftovers,
and all you can hope for is that they will feed
those left wanting in your wake.