1.
It’s not like
I made a good mark,
but more of a scuff — a sign
of clumsiness, accidental
reminder of my passage,
just squeaking through.
2.
Here lies (blank)…
if you are reading this,
clearly I am not
for if I could
I’d be editing frantically
to keep you from seeing
such a paltry representation
of who I am.
3.
This plot holds
a parcel no longer full of lies,
a bone-box stripped
of spirit. It’s not worth
your time. Nothing to see,
nothing to hear.
If you do see
or hear anything, rest assured
it’s nothing.
4.
If I had become wind
and you were still you,
I’d choose to be here.
If I’d become sun
and you were still you.
I’d choose to be here.
I’ve become dead. I am here,
but not by choice —
unlike you. I thank you for it.
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