CREMATED POETRY
take on a certain glow;
finally becoming drab, dark.
ashes to ashes and all that.
and a poet catching
necrophilia on the rebound.
and then there are days
just like this, where poet
writes like it is his
very last day to do so.
and this poet has done so.
now poet must take
some time off to blow his nose,
and take in accout
his losses and gains.
and then, greatness reject us,
what then, does this say of us?
does this, then, say we are lost
with no chance ever being found?
well now, will yah look at that.
here comes yesterday;
coming back for another go;
just like that, no questions ashed.
just coming back, like some dirty
little secret, best left hidden.
because we know: yesterday
is a big gossip. likes spreading dirt;
loves stirring up the masses.
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