His Anthill Home Poem by George Samuel

The great remains away like a dynamite
His soul copies and photocopies
In his memorial read like zigzag rites
With an anthill carbon of a sapien
When his life time run through millions minds
That watch his last movie on a moving train
Many refraining tears that blind
As air freshies by through his last brain
Some couldn't withhold his final respect
Which were disappointing flowers
In one toast dust cast into dust depart
Hurried away slowly to ever mansion
Fell into a vision of his pilgrim mission
Met his faces around the painted wall
Hope within to meet him again
On the other side and river fall
Where those high mountains move
Like the last sigh of men's lips
There shall be memorial above
Times immemorial pass for evermore
With mixed relief
There in the final rival rise no more