Life and Death (day 18)

two-fer tuesday



To think
it all started
with some
little specks
for one another
with no thought
of the consequences.

Would you
go back if
you could and
stop them
from bumping
before it’s
too late and
we blow it all?



When I die do as you please,

throw my ashes to the breeze,

plant a tree, dress all in black

gorge on pancakes, eat a stack,

drink your fill, stay out all night,

I’ll be too dead to give a shite.


What do you think?

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