#990673 added August 15, 2020 at 12:39pm Restrictions: None
De-Compose
de-compose
where the banana peels,
coffee grounds and egg shells lay,
perhaps I too could find
new purpose.
in a dark tomb
of plant waste and soil.
we could rejoin
in some natural, spiritual way,
where the harsh sun
doesn't meet my eye
but a sharp spade.
skewer and spin my remains
to mix and atrophy,
mindless in silent repose.
purpose, I could say?
but, isn't everything cyclical?
i'll be back here again
next year, waiting
for autumn to decompose.
8.13.20
while making an omelet today. and why does that matter?
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