The Slab Poem by Barbara Marc

The Slab



A slab lies between me, the sun, the sky and the stars
My thin shroud will soon disappear
The earth will groan and crack and be cast to the cosmos
The stars will diminish
No one shall know who I was

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Written of my life; its frailty; its eventual loss
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Barbara Marc

Barbara Marc

New York
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