Epitaph

I wonder
how much of
me is
           You
and
            You
and
            You

When I 
die as I must
When all my
lives are used and
they move my
shell from 
room to 
                 Hell

Will they point their
tortuous fingers and say
“Look!  There is that
piece of Him.  The one we
thought long gone.” 

Will they cluck their
fatuous tongues and say
“Look!  There is that 
bit of Him.  The one we
feared misplaced.”

Will they shake their 
adipose heads and say
“Look!  There is that
part of Him.  The one we
knew was lost.”

Or

Will they simply
stand and gape
at the motley
                           Moggy
cold and hollow
found too late

© s.rogers 2008   

One thought on “Epitaph

  1. Peter says:

    We use the ending, a death, as a means to get greater meaning out of life. The epitaph poem strikes me as a call to the futility of your existence in relationship to a another person.

    Look at your own hands, really look. Then ask yourself, what can I make, what have I made. And let that be a living epitaph.

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