Nonbeing Button Poem by Lev Brekhman

Nonbeing Button



When Somebody presses 'Delete',
You suddenly cease to exist.
Some pounds of rotting meat,
Nonbeing - you're the eternity's mist.
Nonbeing? But who made you to be?
The 'button' is somewhere above?
Or simply two nasty nonbeings,
Aflame with a something like love?

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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