My life stretches out behind me
Like a rat's tail; I cannot shake it.
Before me, an interminably high and broad
Wall: solid and grey as slate.
No way over or around it,
Only thing is to join with it:
Become carbon again!
Compost compressed
Time immemorial
What a wonderful word:
Im. Em. Orial.
Time will not remember me,
Will not recall my soft thoughts or deeds— they'll dissolve
Along with my flesh; my
Cheeks and breasts,
Belly and thighs, a
Delicious repast for the
Microbes and mites
Calcium will be the final discernable element— the only fossil or record of me.
How wonderful to become
That wall before me.
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