Few clods of dirt,
few embers spurt
And taken away
you will be
from all that you
were this birth
All the greenback,
all the blueboats,
all the bricks raised
on flat earth
Left behind to mock
thy empty diligence
in chasing them
unrealised you were
long dead
before
Few clods of dirt
few embers spurt
took you away
from a life unlived
chasing the nonexistent
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