Untitled, original poem #84

what will our bones say
 when the metals oxidize
  when bricks and bridges both
   have broken into dust

when tombstone epitaphs
 have been toppled and rewritten
  by the rain
   and whipping winds

 what will our bones say
  when new versions of ourselves
   find them interred 
    in the dirt

i bet we get credit
 for the pyramids



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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