Will Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Will



Will

When I'm dead
When I'm gone
Take care of my grave.
(If any)
There will be treasures.
Clay pots, amphora
Of my flesh, bone, orals
Scattered yet piled
Discover stories
Both told and the untold
You need them.

Monday, June 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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