Memento Mori: A Memo - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
If to dust we must submit,
and with the cold December wind
incorporate our breath,
when lowered last into the pit,
let the lees of my life blend
with the ashes of my death.
I hope there’ll be diamond or two
dazzling in the dirt.
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