some things will die with me
as dusty pearls enrobed in oyster flesh
decay on deep ocean floor

some things will rot with me
as mold consumes rancid leftovers
tossed inside the garbage pail

some things will sink with me
as leaded stones fall to rivers bottom
rough edges tumbled eternally in torrid stream

some things will be erased with me
as memories fade from generations past
echoes of stories that no longer reverberate back

some things will vanish with me
as breath fogged mirrors retun to clear
finger drawn faces blend into glass

all things will end with me
as each dusty pearl slides into place
on the necklace I will be burned with




© Graveyard Grace