Ill-Considered Poem by Mike Adam

Ill-Considered



When the body begins to bloom
Upon the rotting compost heap,
Slow decomposition of form.

Bacterial blending,
Skin irrupting in myriad
New lives fed by flesh disposed,

Till just bone remains
Solidified to stone and
Left a stone aged midden

For architects to come,
Study and re-use,
Remade this life lost;

Permanent testimony to the
One that was, and all the
Scattered papers

Gone.

Friday, October 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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