let there be cake

This was written in 2019. I happen to live in an old church surrounded by a graveyard. Didn’t take much imagination!

the sun is falling
below the gravestone,
he made 83
when I was two

i expect the sun
is falling
everywhere

and none of it
means
a thing

stones
words
lives

deaths
and
tax

i expect when i am 83
none of
it
will still mean a thing

but for the sun
falling

Posted in Poems.

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