Swagman
A Vagabond’s Lament
by quill Tuesday, Oct 21 2008, 10:42am
international /
prose/poetry /
literature
Poetry for wanderers ..
| Who would write my Epitaph?
When to inarticulate dust I return to slumber for aeons who would speak for me? who would pen a memory? I have waited an eternity for the smallest formulation perhaps a single word or the stroke of a brush on ricepaper. No, none of it; only stray dogs take the time to stop and piss on my grave. The perfect epitaph for one such as me. |
