Aged Meat/Rock Moss

Aged Meat/Rock Moss

A Poem by David



numb is feeling the same thing's too much (fu)

and so goes the winter breeze

into the summer heat

as autumn too

comes and dissolves 

all my pretty leaf's

with cold weather's

leaving my animal's dead

such is life

under circumstances


to dissolve us all

back into dirt

(pure material)

back into the same beginning

what we always did have in common

           in tiny particle

every single living thing will die alone (fu)

© 2018 David

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Added on February 8, 2018
Last Updated on February 8, 2018