To This - Poem by K.C. Ford
It all comes down to this,
a stone above my head
declaring birth and date of death.
It all comes down to a mound of earth
where mourners stand, but nothing said,
no thought to share or farewell kiss.
It all comes down to emptiness,
the vacant void, the nothingness.
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