Poem: The Blaze

November 20, 2018

Will we be there to see the body burn?

To see our lifeless corpses in the flame

To watch the final act of no return

And feel it’s done, it’s gone, there’s no more game

How long will that great fire give out it’s light?

And bellow smoke to mark this place of end

With shining embers still remaining bright

And holding us until we comprehend

That all that we once doted on is gone

No more the worry about beauty’s ways

Our vain and useless narcissism’s flown

It’s disappeared with us into the blaze

Our ashes cool and tumble in the urn

As, carefully, we take the final turn.

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