SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space--
In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!"
Who would have thought in twilight land there would still persist the need for an identity..very wittily crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.
Ending was great, felt like I experienced the first face to face interaction after realizing my death
i believe that identity means talking about yourself and describing more features about what you look like
Now here's a poem to start up your imagination