Ashes To Ashes We All Fall To Ground

For a living we spread ourselves prostrate upon the earth

Composted millions for the archaeologists in purple silk boxers

Arranged our limbs in disarray unwashed and bug-eaten paroxysms

Recorded piety in many names wrote scripts for warcraft and schisms

Sweet caring embrace of eternal rest escapes us riotous children

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Geradamus Kadmon's picture

Like this one the best so far. But, I'm onlu in the "A's". They are all real good!

hawksquaw99's picture

what will those that come from the future think of our society..... will they think that we were murders of innocense, beauty, honesty, most of all..... were we the death of our selves.... we will one day be ash.... then it is too late..... powerful poem