let there be cake

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

(2019)

Posted in Poems.
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