The Sky Will Be Our Cemetery
P Patti Masterman
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Humankind is the raging mist of tears in the night
An echo of sobs left behind a star capped mountain
We each are dying as soon as we arrive
Day by day, every heartbeat gets subtracted
We beat our bodies against unyielding rock
We wear ourselves out on the anvil of earth
Hope flies away faster than evening shadows arrive
We are shallow-graven letters on icy stone
A rusting planet circles a dying star-
Just how many ways are there to die
And does it matter once the fire has left the heart?
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