My Form In Ashes - Poem by Dennis Go
Carve my form in ashes.
So soon, be blown away.
Dust to dust, it vanishes.
At dawn they sleep reposed.
My spirit roams unending.
I've never seen their rites;
Regrown, with it unyielding.
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