L U C A Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Death has settled it's score
But reality takes a little time more,
Is a bereavement due?
Life without him is all so new.


Though mortal remains were left to burn
Memories do survive beyond the urn,
A vacancy, the past never dared to imagine,
An agency, the future now demands to fill-in.


So, equip my genes,
N Empower me, by all means
I made my choice & it's tragic,
Now Cosmos, let's see you do your magic!